[Yu Huang] share

It has been an hour since Chen Yi came out of Chen Yi's ward. The number of people waiting for him outside the door changed from four to one. The door was closed, Huang Shaotian pushed the door and walked out, he broke into a smile.

"Come out? How is Director Chen?" Yu Wenzhou asked.

"Very good, very good." Huang Shaotian walked over, "The chat was a little high, and then I forgot the time, did they all leave?"

"Yeah." Yu Wenzhou spread his hands and smiled, "They're all gone. Anyway, I've come to the hospital, let's go get my knee checked again. I've been uneasy, don't stare at me—"

"I'm not staring at you." Huang Shaotian was serious, taking advantage of the fact that almost no one passed by the door of the VIP ward at night, he held Yu Wenzhou in his arms and gave him a kiss. "hey-hey."

It was already past twelve o'clock when we returned to the hotel after checking his knees. Huang Shaotian's birthday was completely over. He jumped on the bed and held his mobile phone in his hand. Zhang Jiale.

"This person doesn't wish me a happy birthday." Huang Shaotian lay on the bed, holding up his phone and chanting. "I've put so much emphasis on sex and despise friends, it's just to see how I harass him in the middle of the night—"

The phone was dialed, and after a few rings it was the mechanical "The person you dialed is temporarily unavailable". It was obviously not that he didn't hear it, but that he didn't want to answer it. Huang Shaotian felt a little puzzled, so he swiped twice to call Sun Zheping. is shutdown.

"I always feel uneasy..." Huang Shaotian sat up cross-legged and snorted twice, "Is there anything wrong?"

"It's so late, maybe they're all asleep." Yu Wenzhou came out of the bathroom and wiped his hair with a towel, "Don't think too much, aren't you sleepy? Still not asleep?"

"What about the gift—" Huang Shaotian leaned over, grabbed a big towel and wiped Yu Wenzhou's hair, "Don't try to rely on it, I gave you a gift on your last birthday, well, although it's just a CD, it's light and affectionate Ah, maybe it’s not as expensive as the mousse cake you bought, but at least it’s a thought, don’t think you can fool me with a bigger mousse cake—”

"You also know that it's not as expensive as my cake." Yu Wenzhou turned his head and looked at him seriously.

Huang Shaotian: "..."

"What should I do?" Yu Wenzhou smiled and spread his hands, "I didn't prepare a gift."

"Liar!" Huang Shaotian took a big towel and rubbed Yu Wenzhou's hair messily. When he stopped, it almost turned into a bird's nest. Yu Wenzhou was not angry. He went to the bathroom and dried it with a hair dryer before coming back. His hairstyle was restored again. .

"The head can be broken..." Huang Shaotian waved the towel, "The hairstyle can't be messed up?"

Yu Wenzhou said that there was no gift, but how could there really be no present? Huang Shaotian lay down on the bed ready to sleep after tossing enough, Yu Wenzhou waved a blueprint in front of his eyes.

"The flagship of the Ewig series." Yu Wenzhou smiled so much that his eyes curled up, and the corners of his mouth curved in the same way, "Shaotian, happy birthday."

Two o'clock in the morning is exactly the time when Zhang Jiale's writing and thinking flow like a spring.Writers probably have a bit of a quirk. For example, Zhang Jiale has the same work and rest habits as an owl. He has to write in the dead of night when he can write clearly. He sat in front of the computer with a bath towel on after taking a shower, and first took a "break" posture. Contemplate, think deeply and then start typing.

The plot has progressed to a very interesting place. For the author, sometimes the trend of the characters and the plot is beyond his control. He feels that as he writes, the characters in the text have their own personalities and behaviors. The plot is out of the author's control.

This is sometimes similar to feelings.Some feelings can be controlled by oneself, and some can't. People, it's really strange.

Zhang Jiale turned his head to pick up the phone after it rang for the third time. In summer, even with the air conditioner turned on, it was very hot, and the palms of his hands were sweaty and wet when typing. The first time he picked up the phone, he almost missed it. Holding the phone in his hand, seeing Lou Guanning's name jumping on the screen, he knew that Sun Zheping was going to come to his house again to forcefully occupy the bed and refused to leave.

"Hello!" Zhang Jiale held the phone in both hands, tilted his head to answer the call, "Xiaolou?"

"Zhang Jiale——" Lou Guanning's voice was calm, but as sensitive as Zhang Jiale, he still heard his panic all at once.

"What's the matter, don't worry, tell me." Zhang Jiale smiled, "Did Sun Zheping drink too much again?"

Usually Sun Zheping would be thrown into Zhang Jiale's house by Lou Guanning when he drank too much, and then he would run away by himself, but Sun Zheping didn't have so much time since he started filming the new movie "Longevity" directed by Xu Yan, and he didn't often get drunk It made Zhang Jiale look forward to it.

If he comes over, there is still a pot of hangover soup in the kitchen, and he must be allowed to finish the big pot without leaving a drop, and the freshly laundered sheets can be replaced.

"No." Lou Guanning said, "Zhang Jiale, Sun Zheping is injured."

It took Zhang Jiale a long time to realize the meaning of this sentence. He didn't know who was calling again, so he pressed the button directly in a state of upset. He sat in the same place for a long time before he stumbled to his feet.

The address of the hospital given by Lou Guanning was very detailed. Zhang Jiale looked at it for a long time and realized that he knew this place. He wanted to drive there by himself. Come down and run to the street to hail a taxi.

Zhang Jiale is actually a very vulgar author. His specialty is writing dog-blooded romances. Dog-blood is poured out in pots and pots, and you can't stop it. Many readers commented that his plots are thunderous and mysterious, but he He never expected that there are many people who are more thunderous than him, and God will never lose to him in making thunderbolts.

When I arrived at the hospital, I saw many people. Zhang Jiale watched from a distance, and felt that he would not be able to squeeze in even with his small body.He seems to have seen the director and many crew members of "Longevity", and there is also an old man who is not angry and arrogant - to be precise, he should be called an uncle. If he reads correctly, he is probably Sun Zheping's father .

Lou Guanning's phone couldn't be reached, Sun Zheping's phone was turned off immediately, the doctors and nurses who came and went kept their mouths shut, and Zhang Jiale just lingered on the periphery for a while, before being rushed to the periphery by the swarming reporters, Zhang Jiale I have never seen so many reporters crowded together in such a crowded place. There is no worry or sadness on everyone's face, only excitement. The excited eyes are jumping in the eyes, and the flames of curiosity and excitement are almost extinguished. Zhang Jiale went blind.

Most of the reporters and photographers are people who are used to seeing strong winds and waves, and they keep pushing in. Canned sardines are nothing more than that. Zhang Jiale hurriedly leaned against the glass of the hospital, feeling that he was about to be squeezed out. No one knew him, or Now that I know him, I have no interest in interviewing him. Who is he and who is Sun Zheping? A blind person knows who is more newsworthy compared to the two.

The hospital was noisy, everyone was talking, some were questioning the bodyguards of the Sun family who prevented him from entering, some were discussing Sun Zheping's condition, in fact Zhang Jiale didn't even know what happened to Sun Zheping, Lou Guanning called him The phone call was very hasty, and he didn't mention the specific situation, but after seeing so many reporters, he also panicked. Zhang Jiale lowered his head slightly, and heard the reporters around him chatting.

"I heard it was a wrist injury," a female reporter quickly edited the report and sent it back, "I won't be able to film fight scenes in the future."

"Really?" Another female reporter next to him interjected, "It's not that the whole arm is useless, it's said that a board fell from the ceiling when Diao Wia was filming a fight scene, and Sun Zheping raised his hand to block it—"

"I can't get in. Now, who knows what's going on." A drowsy man with a camera on his shoulder said, "Maybe it's disfigured."

Zhang Jiale stared blankly at the reporters chatting and exchanging news about Sun Zheping's injury. He thought he would be very excited and even lose his temper, but in fact, he was just in a daze, and his brain seemed to be unable to function all of a sudden, waiting to be dealt with The information piled up all of a sudden, and they slapped around like waves, and the sea water came in everywhere.

The phone rang, and Zhang Jiale picked it up in a panic, and found that it was Lou Guanning who couldn't get through the phone just now. There was a lot of noise on Lou Guanning's side, to the effect that he should not get mixed up with the reporters, and he couldn't get in there. Yes, the Sun family has more bodyguards than reporters, Lou Guanning asked him to go downstairs first, and then pass from the other side.

Zhang Jiale never thought that he would see Sun Zheping's family background in this way - he used to think that he just knew that his family had some background, but he never thought that it would be in such a posture that Lou Guanning took him with him. Coming up from the stairs on the other side, Zhang Jiale was in a daze all the way, and hadn't digested all the things, when he suddenly looked up and saw Sun Zheping's father standing majestically, Zhang Jiale felt his head hurt even more.

The door of the operating room was closed, and everyone was waiting. After standing far away for a while, Lou Guanning took him down.

"I heard the reporter say it." Zhang Jiale said softly.

"They're talking nonsense." Lou Guanning pretended to be relaxed, "You see rumors are flying all over the Internet now, and some people say that Da Sun was directly crushed to death, don't believe it."

"You don't need to comfort me, just tell the truth." Zhang Jiale didn't look too sad and broke down, and his tone didn't shake. "I'm not a three-year-old."

"It's a play, I can't shoot anymore." Lou Guanning said. "There should be no serious problems in daily life, but the wrist injury is relatively serious."

"I see." Zhang Jiale put his hands in his pockets and looked up, "If...you can let me in and have a look, you must call me immediately."

Lou Guanning nodded.

It was past four in the morning and almost five in the morning. The sun always rises early in summer in the northern hemisphere. At this time, the sun has already appeared. Zhang Jiale circled around and went back to the downstairs of the hospital. The big media's interview vehicles, the sun was rising and the morning was bright, shining on their anxious and excited faces, in Zhang Jiale's eyes, they looked like the faces of evil spirits, which made him extremely irritable.

"Hey," Zhang Jiale walked over and patted the male reporter who yelled the most, "What are you talking about?"

The male reporter thought he was here to inquire about news, and immediately beamed with joy, his eyes and brows were smiling, and the folds were piled up like layer cakes. Zhang Jiale felt sick for a while.

"You also came to ask for news?" The male reporter raised his eyebrows, his eyes sparkled with excitement, "Sun Zheping was injured, and his arm is probably useless! I can't make fight scenes anymore. Isn't this big news? I am. This is the first time he has experienced such a big accident in the top line, it will definitely make headlines, and is Changsheng going to change roles? Is he going to quit the entertainment industry?"

"Really?" Zhang Jiale let out a long breath, squinted his eyes, and said softly, seemingly casually.

"Yes, it must be, it didn't run away—"

"Fuck you!" Zhang Jiale bit his lip, and punched the male reporter viciously on the bridge of the nose, bleeding immediately. "Spreading rumors, I must beat you to death!"

The scene suddenly got out of control. Zhang Jiale's voice wasn't too loud, but it quickly attracted the attention of many people. Of course the reporter didn't come by himself, but Zhang Jiale was alone. He was immediately surrounded, and immediately a sharp-eyed reporter recognized him. Come out, isn't this boy with such a thin figure and such a fierce swing of his fists Zhang Jiale, the screenwriter of Sun Zheping's last Mary Su drama "Allure of the City" that everyone can't understand?A writer who usually smiles, his eyes are curled up with a smile, who would have thought of such a big temper, some of the journalists onlookers are editors of the website, and she even put together a set of pictures, Zhang Jiale smiles like a puppet cat, sweet and sweet cute.

"Shut up, understand?" Zhang Jiale frowned when he became fierce, his eyes were terribly bright, he grabbed the male reporter's tie and kicked it.

A black nanny car drove in. Many reporters recognized it. It was Zhang Xinjie's car. Zhang Xinjie also knew about Sun Zheping?Come early in the morning?How good is their relationship?The gossiping spirits of the reporters were burning again. Just as they were about to stop the car, a sharp-eyed man saw a black Land Rover coming from behind. Before the nanny car opened, Han Wenqing walked down wearing sunglasses.

It wasn't that Han Wenqing's own aura was enough to scare away millions of soldiers, but that a few bodyguards came down and stopped the reporters one by one.

"There's a fight over there?" Zhang Xinjie opened the car door and got out, and said suddenly.Lin Jingyan also jumped down from the co-pilot, and looked in the direction of Zhang Xinjie's finger, and sure enough, someone was fighting.

"Who?" Han Wenqing took off his sunglasses and walked over, sweeping his eyes.

"It seems to be the screenwriter." Lin Jingyan said, "I'll go and see."

When Lin Jingyan pulled Zhang Jiale out of the crowd, this guy was also beaten black and swollen. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a huge footprint on it, but when Lin Jingyan pulled him out, Zhang Jiale held him down The situation of the male reporter who was beaten violently on the ground was much worse.

"Don't touch me, I'm fine." Zhang Jiale still stiffened his neck, but when he raised his hand to wipe it, he found that the corner of his mouth was also covered in blood. "Oh my god, there's a lot of blood, bah."

"Don't touch it, be careful of infection." Lin Jingyan raised his hand to stop him, "Your hands won't be clean until the doctor treats you."

"You are?" Zhang Jiale frowned at Lin Jingyan.

"I'm Zhang Xinjie's manager, and my name is Lin Jingyan." Lin Jingyan was wearing a shirt and a playful red bow tie, and his glasses complemented him very elegantly, and he smiled modestly and warmly, "Perhaps you are more familiar with me as Fang Rui's friend." ?”

When Lin Jingyan said this, Zhang Jiale seemed to know who he was. The hedgehog flaunted its thorns, and the hedgehog put away the thorns all over his body, and he was not so aggressive.

The whole hospital was almost in chaos. Sun Zheping's injuries were not enough to maintain order, so it took time and effort. Now he was sent to the emergency room for a fight and a bloody man. Today, the word "wonderful" was really vividly interpreted. .

"I want to be hospitalized." Zhang Jiale said.

"No need to be hospitalized." It was just that he was punched and kicked a few times, disinfected with medicine, and even gauze was not used. The doctor refused Zhang Jiale without hesitation, and the ward in the hospital is not where you want to live.

"No, I have to be hospitalized." Zhang Jiale covered his head, "I have a headache. I'm going to be hospitalized, in the VIP ward on the sixth floor."

doctor:"……"

Zhang Jiale simply continued to act: "I think my ribs may be broken, it hurts so much, ah—"

Lin Jingyan gently persuaded the doctor: "Let him be hospitalized. If he feels uncomfortable, he can take care of it in time. Anyway, there should be vacant wards, right?"

The doctor couldn't take it anymore, and waved his big hand to signal that he could be hospitalized, so go through the hospitalization procedures. This is a rib pain now, and maybe he will roll on the floor with a heartache later.

Lin Jingyan helped him go through the hospitalization procedures, and when he came back, Zhang Jiale was lying on the bed in the emergency room, hunched over, silent, as if he didn't exist.

"It really hurts?" Lin Jingyan leaned over and patted him.

"No, no." Zhang Jiale rubbed his eyes and sat up, "It's okay, I'll go there by myself, thank you, and thank you again when I have a chance."

"You also came to see Sun Zheping?" Lin Jingyan asked.

"Yeah." Zhang Jiale nodded wearily, turned around and walked towards the elevator entrance. There was a particularly cute Rilakkuma printed on the front of his white T-shirt, and a conspicuous gray footprint on the back.

Sun Zheping was in the ward on the seventh floor, and Zhang Jiale was downstairs. There was only one floor apart, but it seemed like thousands of mountains and rivers separated him. He looked up at the ceiling, and suddenly the wound on his forehead broke free again, blood It ran down, almost into the eyes.

Depend on!Zhang Jiale hastily wiped the wound with a tampon. As he wiped it, he thought, tomorrow he and Sun Zheping will be in the headlines, and he will definitely be hacked badly. At the critical point, he still hit the reporter, maybe he would be criticized, but Sun Zheping was still much worse than him.

He definitely wouldn't shed a single tear, maybe he wouldn't take it to heart, but Zhang Jiale still couldn't take it anymore. How could Sun Zheping, who played so many high-spirited and high-spirited roles, be unable to make fight scenes anymore? ?He thought of Sun Zheping's "Chang'an Chang'an". It was the first time he watched Sun Zheping's movie. The sound in the movie theater was noisy, and the picture was not as exquisite as today. Holding the back of the chair in front of him, he stared at the picture intently. In the picture, Lu Wantang was whipping his horse, the official road in Chang'an was full of wind and snow, and the sunset was burning the whole background. It landed steadily.

"Hey," he raised his head, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, his head full of wind and snow, just like when he was a teenager, with an unruly smile on his lips. "I'm back, there's so much snow in Chang'an."

Zhang Jiale murmured to himself: "I'm back, there is so much snow in Chang'an."

Lin Jingyan was worried about him, so he came to see him again. Lin Jingyan, who brought a steaming breakfast, was much more popular than before. Zhang Jiale sat cross-legged on the bed with a cup of hot soy milk, and his spirit was much better than before.

"Do you know about Sun Zheping's injury?" Lin Jingyan said.

"I know." Zhang Jiale nodded.

"That is to say, we can no longer film fight scenes."

"Who said that?" Zhang Jiale frowned, raised his head abruptly, his gaze was as sharp as a blade. "You guessed it? The doctor said it? The reporter said it? Or Sun Zheping? Sun Zheping hasn't said it yet. Why, you want to make a decision for him?"

Lin Jingyan was a little embarrassed for a moment, he just wanted to comfort Zhang Jiale, but just as the words started, Zhang Jiale's thorns stood up again.

"If you talk nonsense again, I'll beat you too." Zhang Jiale slapped the empty soy milk paper cup into the trash can, and said mercilessly to Lin Jingyan.

Lin Jingyan smiled wryly, thinking that people are too good to be judged by appearances, Zhang Jiale looked happy, a typical smiling person, but when he was fierce, he was ready to bite, especially when he was angry, his fangs were exposed.

Walking out of Zhang Jiale's ward, Lin Jingyan thought for a while and dialed Fang Rui's number.

"I saw the news." Fang Rui's voice was a little low, "How is Zhang Jiale?"

"No problem, but if you insist on being hospitalized, you will be hospitalized." Lin Jingyan said, he saw Zhang Jiale staring at the ceiling in a daze through the glass window, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, and then quietly disappeared in the At the sideburns, as if nothing happened, "Crying."

"Young Master Huang found out just now," Fang Rui sighed, "Director Yu doesn't seem to know. He got on the plane early in the morning, but he must have known it when he landed."

"Ah."

"It's okay, I'll hang up." Fang Rui said. "Thank you for taking care of Zhang Jiale."

"No thanks—"

Before Lin Jingyan finished speaking, Fang Rui hung up the phone with a snap.

Huang Shaotian filmed all morning scenes in a trance, didn't pass a single scene, Chen Yi sat behind the camera with a cold face and looked at him, yelled "Cut" over and over again, he was about to explode, but he still endured it down.

"Take a break." Chen Yi said.

Huang Shaotian heaved a sigh of relief, this definitely won't work, he was actually most worried about Zhang Jiale, worried that he would collapse, there was a reason why he missed so many calls last night, Zhang Jiale is usually sensitive, although he insisted on not admitting it, But blind people can see their feelings for Sun Zheping, and Huang Shaotian is not blind, he has long since tacitly agreed that they are a couple.

Fang Rui walked over, "I have a piece of news that I think is good news but everyone thinks it's bad news."

Huang Shaotian was so annoyed that he happened to be filming a fight scene, so he raised his foot and kicked Fang Rui: "Can you talk nicely? Just say it."

Fang Rui dodged deftly: "Zhang Jiale...has made headlines."

"Huh?" Huang Shaotian was taken aback.

"He beat up a reporter who spread rumors. I don't know how he was so accurate. That reporter was from Huarui Daily. He was the first to spread rumors that Sun Zheping was in a vegetable state. That reporter was really beaten by Zhang Jiale..."

Huang Shaotian let out a "puchi" laugh.

"Then I'm relieved." Huang Shaotian stood up, walked out two steps and then suddenly turned his head, "Please tell Zhang Jiale for me, I think he plays well!"

Sun Zheping sat cross-legged on the hospital bed, gnawing an apple in his right hand.

"My dad finally left?"

"Hmm..." Lou Guanning closed the door, and there were only him and Sun Zheping left in the room. Now it was exactly midnight on the day after the accident, and Sun Zheping's violent father was finally willing to go home After going, Lou Guanning finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Uncle almost killed me. This year's Chinese New Year is coming to an end, and my dad will definitely kick me in front of your dad."

Sun Zheping was stunned by the action of gnawing the apple, and felt that it was about to end: "I think it's the same, my dad would kick me in front of your dad, anyway, we both have to be kicked."

Lou Guanning didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly changed the topic: "I have something to tell you."

"My business?" Sun Zheping raised his head coldly.

"No." Lou Guanning shook his head, isn't it a shot in the arm to bring up this matter now? "It's about Zhang Jiale."

"He knows?" Sun Zheping was taken aback, and then he thought that this matter could not be hidden. He regretted not telling Zhang Jiale right away. Rumors must be flying now. Those reporters wanted to gain attention. Dare to report anything, Ye Xiu retired for a while and there were rumors that Ye Xiu died.

Sun Zheping has already started to think, is there already a media report that he was crushed to death?

"Understood." Lou Guanning's expression was a bit indescribable, and he pointed to the floor.

"what?"

"Lying down in the ward downstairs." Lou Guanning said.

Sun Zheping was overjoyed.

"What's the matter? You're sick from anxiety?" Sun Zheping took a bite of the apple, and the juice almost splashed on Lou Guanning's face. Not coming."

"He's acting like a demon." Lou Guanning handed him the phone, "He hit someone, broke the nose of Huarui reporter, it's already in the headlines."

Sun Zheping was so frightened that he almost swallowed an entire apple. He grabbed the apple and took the phone with one hand. The news in red on the screen was indeed Zhang Jiale's beating. , so thin that there is no muscle at all, the ribs can be touched, but because they are not short and not small, they don't look thin when photographed.

"It's pretty fierce." Sun Zheping put down the phone, holding the apple in his right hand, "Will you hit me later?"

Lou Guanning thought about it, and he didn't think he knew either.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this expression, this bad temper." Sun Zheping commented, saved all the pictures of Zhang Jiale's beating incident, and chose a majestic one to set as the phone desktop.

"It's almost done, I'll call him to come up." Lou Guanning said.

"Wait." Sun Zheping thought for a while, "Tomorrow, just tomorrow, please help me make an appointment with Xiao Shiqin, I have something to discuss with him."

"Huh?" Lou Guanning was taken aback, what kind of strange combination is this impossible to beat?Xiao Shiqin is an expert in crisis public relations in the industry. Lou Guanning didn't understand it at first, but when he thought of Zhang Jiale's negative comments flying all over the sky, he immediately understood.

Lou Guanning really didn't react for a while - because Sun Zheping always ignored his negative news and comments, and this was the first time he took the initiative to seek cooperation with public relations.

"It's really something." Sun Zheping gnawed the last bite of the apple, and threw the apple core into the trash can, "Let Zhang Jiale come up, and then you wait outside the door before leaving. I'm so weak now, if he really hits me , I really bid farewell to the acting career and became a vegetable.”

Sure enough, Sun Zheping knew Zhang Jiale well. When he entered the ward, he saw Uncle Sun Zheping lying on the bed with his legs crossed, as comfortable as a big cat. Zhang the hedgehog immediately rushed over to stab him.

As soon as the fist was stretched out, Sun Zheping grabbed it with his right hand and pulled it out. Zhang Jiale only felt that the sky was dark and the whole body was being dragged to lie on the bed with a bang. There was a hard pillow on his head. He felt that it gave him a headache. Look, it was Sun Zheping's arm, the muscles were too strong to pinch.

What kind of gap is this, Zhang Jiale swallowed.

"Such a fist." Sun Zheping held Zhang Jiale's fist curiously. His palm was so big and his fingers were so long that he could almost completely wrap Zhang Jiale's fist. "Are you still hitting people?"

Zhang Jiale rolled his eyes: "..."

"Good fight." Sun Zheping couldn't applaud with one hand, he patted the bed, and then looked at him with a smile.

Zhang Jiale softened all of a sudden. Sun Zheping's left wrist was wrapped in gauze, which looked like a mummy. Along the wrist, the entire left arm was scratched, and even the gauze was wrapped around his forehead.

"Does it hurt?" Zhang Jiale sat up, carefully touched the edge of the gauze, and quickly withdrew his hand.

"Does it hurt?" Sun Zheping pulled his T-shirt and made him turn 360 degrees. "Look at your dirty, big footprints."

Sun Zheping's palms were warm and strong, pressing on Zhang Jiale's back, with a warm current.

"Next time we fight..." Sun Zheping squeezed his waist hard. "Bring more people."

Movies can be played on the TV in the VIP ward. Sun Zheping leaned against the bed, Zhang Jiale nestled in his arms, and "Chang'an Chang'an" was playing on the screen. Sun Zheping was only in his early 20s at that time, and there were two large characters written on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. :young.

The soundtrack is sad but not sad, and every pitch ups and downs is so grand that it echoes continuously between heaven and earth.

Sun Zheping stared intently at himself on the screen back then, feeling as if he was looking at another person. Every move in the play was accompanied by a sharp palm style, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword. He looked at his left hand, and then raised his head Looking at the screen, he frowned slightly.

He will never have the chance to play such a sharp and arrogant character again.

Zhang Jiale was so sleepy, he didn't close his eyes for 48 hours, and soon fell asleep next to Sun Zheping. He carefully pulled the corner of Sun Zheping's clothes, his head retracted, and the whole body of the hedgehog with its thorns was limp. There is no response at all.

Good pinch.

Sun Zheping also closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. At this time, on the big screen, the blood on Lu Wantang's blade was rolling down like raindrops. Tick-tick, the heavy blade hit the ground, in the desert full of yellow sand. Cut the bright red mark.He didn't look back, Lin Jiao was sleeping thousands of miles away, and every step he took was blossoming in his dream.

"Even if the sky falls, Chen Yi won't let anyone leave the crew." Huang Shaotian once thought that this sentence was an exaggerated rhetorical technique, but it turned out that it was really just a simple and precise statement.The protagonist in the sentence is the miraculous director Chen Yi, who experienced several small earthquakes during the filming in the mountains of C City, but still did not shake his confidence. When the crew was too scared to stay on the mountain, he resolutely blocked the way down the mountain Road, forced everyone to calm down to film, and finally ended all the shooting tasks of "White Jade Tiger" amidst wailing.

At the moment when it was finished, countless crew members burst into tears and cried bitterly. It was exactly the same as every time Chen Yi's TV drama was finished. I love you and I will never leave you again.

This is how Huang Shaotian feels right now.

He sat next to Chen Yi for the last time to watch the rough cut at the end. There was no air-conditioning in the mountains, and the heat enveloped the two of them like a steamer. Chen Yi was fanning with a big cattail fan in his hand. Tea fragrance.

The rough cut has no BGM, dry performances and lines, and even some clips need to be refined for post-effects. Looking at it now, it is ridiculous. Huang Shaotian wanted to laugh, but he felt that it was not respectful, and it was very uncomfortable to hold back.

Chen Yi did not speak from the beginning to the end, the big cattail fan was shaking and shaking, bringing the only trace of coolness in the hot weather, Huang Shaotian couldn't help but leaned closer and sat beside him, Chen Yi very naturally picked up the teacup and handed it to him, then moved the fan closer to him Shake up.

Huang Shaotian took the teacup in a daze, and suddenly felt that he was coming to Chen Yi's crew for the first time, because that way there would still be a hopeless day to get along with, and he and the person in front of him would dye his hair black immediately if even one hair was gray. The eccentric old man who walks with a strong wind seems to have established a wonderful relationship unconsciously.

But Huang Shaotian could see that Chen Yi still had white hair, and there were a few silver strands that mischievously escaped the barber's clutches, which were very obvious in the sunlight.

"Director Chen," Huang Shaotian said softly, "Director Chen, I'm really lucky."

"Huh?" Chen Yi turned to look at him.

"I feel very lucky to be able to film your film as the leading actor." Huang Shaotian said sincerely.

"Oh." Chen nodded, turned his head and continued to look at the rough cut, he seemed to say unintentionally: "You still know? Just know, don't embarrass me in the future."

The voice was very low, pressed in the throat, with an aged hoarseness.

This hot summer ended like this. Huang Shaotian felt that he had spent four months in the crew of "White Jade Tiger", which was almost unforgettable in his life. Chen Yi taught him a lot and brought him a lot. At this time, he still It was just thanks to the great improvement in acting skills, and later on, he discovered that Chen Yi had brought him and taught him so many things that were immeasurable.

He didn't seize some opportunities, like "Alien World", maybe it was really unfavorable, but he seized the opportunities and put in 100% effort, like "White Jade Tiger", and finally appeared on the stage with such a posture. On the screen, every detail of Zhao Wuji and Huang Shaotian asked himself that he had no regrets, and that was enough.

And what Huang Shaotian wants to tell the most is the girl who once wrote the blessing on the title page of the novel "Alien World", look, I have a role that is more suitable for me, will you read it?

Always remember, there will be reverberations.

"White Jade Tiger" is officially finished, and the next step is the promotional activities.Bai Yu has already scheduled a solo broadcast on Strawberry Channel in September. The follow-up broadcast is a trivial matter for Chen Yi's appeal. Huang Shaotian knows that he doesn't have to worry about this kind of thing at all, and it's not his turn. Don't worry, what he hopes most now is to take a good rest for a while, and then fight for Director Xie's Republic of China movie. This is his own business.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when we returned to City G and landed. Huang Shaotian, Li Xuan, and Fang Rui came out in disgrace, dragging their suitcases. They didn't even bother to bring sunglasses and masks. This look is really unrecognizable-unkempt, each one looks like an African refugee.

Yu Wenzhou and Wu Yuce stood there looking at the three homeless men for a long time, feeling very puzzled in their hearts, especially Wu Yuce, who refused to admit that the man in front of him who was as black as Bao Gong was Li Xuan, and dragged Yu Wenzhou to leave.

"Your Majesty—" Li Xuan wiped his face, "Your Majesty! I'm Li Xuan, don't you really know my concubines?"

Wu Yuce bent down and carefully looked at the charcoal-like face, then took out a pen from Yu Wenzhou's pocket, and drew a moon on Li Xuan's forehead.

"Aiqing," Wu Yuce nodded in satisfaction, "This is how I get to know you. Bao Aiqing please get up quickly! Aiqing, I told you not to play with fire, you'll burn this face!"

Li Xuan: "..."

Over there, Yu Wenzhou looked at Huang Shaotian holding back a smile, and was about to speak when Huang Shaotian jumped first.

"Don't ask me why I'm so black." Huang Shaotian made a gesture to shut up, "Don't ask me how much I've been black, don't ask me how to get back for free, don't ask me if I want to play African refugees, young Bao Qingtian or Iron Man Wang Jinxi, I'm not!"

Yu Wenzhou thought for a while, then raised his head: "Shaotian, then I will give you