Ginger is very comfortable

The sender's signature is Zeng Bingxi.

Jiang Lai's eyes were as deep as water, and he held the phone for a long time to look at it, his breathing fluctuated a bit, and his fingers tightly pinched the wall of the phone.As time passed, she deleted the text message and threw the phone aside.

Jiang Lai got up slowly and came to the corner of the wine cabinet in the living room.There is a wooden frame on it, and many photos are framed in the frame.

Each one is different, clothes and scenes, but the face of the main character is the same.

This is a photo of the scenes she has filmed in the past five years.Jiang Lai touched the glass surface with his hand, and the coolness spread through his whole body through the palm of his hand.She moved her hand a little bit, and finally stopped on a somewhat old photo in the lower right corner of the wooden frame.

Most of the other photos were taken with someone, but this one didn't. There was only a girl with a wooden face and a ponytail.

"Come on Jiang, come here quickly."

Jiang Lai just got in line, waiting for the makeup artist who put on makeup for the little actors to do his own makeup.Before I had time to chat with the girl in front of me who I saw today, I was called away by the production manager.

"Eh? What's wrong?"

She hurried to the side of the drama manager, and seeing the drama manager looking at her with a smile on her face, she was puzzled.

It was summer, and the sun was scorching hot, scorching the earth.The drama manager covered his forehead with his palm, and said in a flattering voice, "The director asked me to find you, saying that I have something to tell you."

"what?"

This is her first show, and she had no income at all as a model before.She is superficial and knows that the entertainment industry can make money quickly, so she chose this.

But now she is just a young actor, how could the director find her?

The theater manager patted her on the shoulder: "Behave well."

Jiang Lai was very nervous when he came to the director out of nowhere.She lowered her head and asked the director uneasily what's the matter.

The two were in a dressing room abandoned by the crew, without even a light.Although Jiang Lai found it strange, he thought nothing would happen on the set.

But unexpectedly, the director would pounce on him.

He rushed forward firmly, behind her voice.Jiang Lai, who was defenseless, was crushed on the dressing table, and her lower back hurt from the bump. It was this point that made her react quickly.

Pushing away the director with difficulty, he rushed out of the dressing room in embarrassment.

Later, her roles in scenes became less and less, and she was killed ahead of schedule.

……

The pictures from many years ago are reflected on the glass surface in front of you, interlaced and overlapping.His thoughts were gradually pulled back, and Jiang Lai lowered his hands.

At that time, she thought that no one would know, and the director whose surname he could no longer remember would not tell, after all, he wanted fame.

But someone still saw it, and after she became famous, she used this to threaten and use herself, until now.

Jiang Lai took a deep breath, raised his feet and walked back to the sofa.She had just thrown the phone into the crack of the sofa. She pinched it out with her fingers, found a string of numbers in the contacts, sent a "hmm", then threw the phone away, and fell down on the sofa.

His face was tired.

"Ding-dong-"

When she was about to fall asleep, the mobile phone suddenly issued a notification tone for a WeChat message.She took a breath, opened her eyes a few seconds later, her body didn't move, but she reached out and groped.

As soon as her hand was cold, she seemed to have touched the phone, and she immediately picked it up with her palms tightly.With a strong arm, he put the phone in front of him, and there was a prompt on the screen saver.

Jing Shu: Are you back home?