Entering the entertainment industry too deeply

Aunt Zhang Chiwang and Aunt Juansheng couldn't shout, so he retreated wrapped in the quilt, fell to the ground, and then shouted: "Ghost! Ghost!"

Wang Juansheng turned pale with fright, clutched the edge of her skirt nervously with one hand, and looked around nervously. The ward was so big and square. Auntie Mei, who looked like she was in her 40s, scolded him: "You kid, where the hell did you come from, don't make jokes when Auntie is old."

Zhang Chi was nervous after shouting, and sat on the ground wrapped in a quilt. In the ward with a constant temperature of 26 degrees, he felt a swish of cold air, and at the same time remembered his atheism. As a result, his right ankle hurt a lot, and he gritted his teeth and wanted to fall forward.Seeing this, Auntie Mei stepped forward to help him without saying a word, Zhang Chi subconsciously reached out and passed his hand over, and saw his hand pass through Auntie Mei's hand without hesitation, and Zhang Chi fell to the ground with a "bang".

"I'm sorry!" Aunt Juansheng's complexion changed drastically. Zhang Chi raised his head. His lips trembled and his face turned pale. Auntie seemed embarrassed. The guilt on that face made people feel soft. She covered her mouth and said pitifully : "I forgot that I was dead."

Zhang Chi rolled his eyes, feeling so excited that he felt dizzy. At this moment, the door of the ward was opened again. Sister Zhang led Xiao Cheng Xiaoyan into his head: "Boss, there is something to do! Luo Changning and his personal assistant want to see you." !"

After yelling, Sister Zhang pushed open the door and saw Zhang Chi who was pouted with his buttocks up and his face down, "Ah!" He stepped forward quickly, and the otaku Xiao Yan had a rare wink. The spare power supply of the computer was plugged into the girl Xiao Cheng, and she hurried forward to help Sister Zhang lift the boss up.

Xiao Yan approached, and Miss Zhang was bending down to help the boss. He also bent down, and saw the boss looking up at the other side of the bed with a dazed face. It's a bit dazzling, and with the curtains drawn on the opposite window, you can feel the golden and warm light penetrating the atmosphere to embrace our mother earth.

But other than that, there are walls and a small four-legged stool against the bed for the patient's family to sit on.

Xiao Yan scratched his head, but still felt that the boss was watching something. The otaku just watched a famous horror movie yesterday, and he helped Sister Zhang put the boss on the bed with his hands. The expression on the ghost's face was exactly the same.

"Little...Xiao Yan!" Zhang Chi saw Xiao Yan looked at the opposite side of the bed several times, and he also looked at him with a stiff neck. Wang Juansheng smiled at him guiltily, Zhang Chi's heart was about to jump out, and he stared at him as if he was asking for help. Looking at Xiaoyan: "You saw it too, right! You also saw that aunt on the opposite side! The one who saved me! Wang Juansheng, Wang Juansheng!"

Xiao Yan blinked, a drop of cold sweat dripped down from the otaku, and he replied clumsily to the boss: "Boss, what do you mean? What's on the other side? I saw that you were staring straight at the other side just now, so I'm curious."

Zhang Chi's face changed completely, and he grabbed Sister Zhang's hand again: "Sister Zhang, look at my bedside, you are opposite! Opposite! Wang Juansheng is smiling at me!"

Sister Zhang looked at the boss worriedly, and stretched out her hand to touch his forehead: "Boss, you can't come back from the dead, are you under too much pressure? We are all very sad when you are like this, and what you said is a bit scary."

Zhang Chi trembled and let go, and finally set his eyes on Xiao Cheng. His eyes were filled with the last look as if longing for redemption, and it was a bit like a wheat field that had been dry for a long time was longing for a heavy rain, just waiting for an expected answer. A timely rain to prove himself.

Xiao Cheng's face was even more pitiful than his, and he stuttered: "I...I'm timid...Young boss, stop playing, there is really no one on the other side!"

Zhang Chi lowered his head. This time, the old man was making a big joke. He is not highly educated but has studied science and is a firm atheist. Now he can only raise his head with a painful face. Call Wen Su Bai, Boss, your brother is going crazy, so Zhang Chi sniffled and said——

"I think I might have to transfer to the psychiatry department!"

The whole ward was silent for a moment, Wang Juansheng leaned in front of Zhang Chi when he heard the words, Zhang Chi shivered and shrank back, after shrinking, seeing Miss Zhang, Yan Xiaocheng and the three of them looked at him in surprise, then puffed up his chest and whispered to himself : "You are fake, you are just my illusion..."

"Look at me anyway." Aunt Wang let out a faint breath, and Zhang Chi yelled "Wow" and pointed at Aunt Mei: "Don't come here, don't come here! The evil spirits are scattered!"

"You can see me probably because I saved you, we..." Wang Juansheng sat back and explained to the child aggrieved, "There may be some inexplicable relationship between us because of this, only you can see me. "

Zhang Chi heard it, but still felt that he was about to suffer. Would he find a reasonable explanation for this being an illusion?

Sister Zhang was already frightened by him, so she got up anxiously and said loudly to him: "Boss, there's no ghost! You're just too stressed and guilty. Let's find a psychiatrist to relieve our emotions!"

Zhang Chi swallowed, and forced himself not to see Wang Juansheng's phantom, but to see Sister Zhang and the others: "I also feel that I am under too much pressure, should I take a vacation for myself and go to the Maldives or Hawaii for a few moments?" moon?"

Wang Juansheng said in a low tone, "I'm not an illusion, kid."

As if Zhang Chi didn't hear it, he grinned nervously: "Maybe I went to Tibet and walked around, I heard that it can purify ghosts."

Xiao Cheng couldn't help interjecting: "Boss, that's called purifying the soul, not purifying ghosts."

"It's all made up by the merchants there to increase profits. It's another marketing strategy, and it's not very credible. We are experts in this field, and we still believe in the idea of ​​purifying the soul?" Sister Zhang scoffed. With a sound, the disdain in the corner of the tone and eyes is about to fly into the sky, as if she vowed to go to Tibet for a pilgrimage last year, and she is not an older female aunt who has a mental relapse at a young age.

"You definitely don't like Tibet." Zhang Chi was nervous and didn't forget to expose her, "You entered Tibet vertically and came out horizontally. You definitely don't like it there with severe altitude sickness."

"Altitude sickness will kill people." Sister Zhang was not angry when she was exposed, and she turned the topic back to the horizon: "Boss, are you in a better mood, do you still want to go to the psychiatrist?"

Zhang Chi froze, turned his head, there was no shadow of Wang Juansheng beside the bed, only a few thin rays of light shone through the blue curtains in the room, he suppressed his mood and looked around the ward for a week without seeing the figure of the aunt, Immediately heaved a sigh of relief: "It seems that I am really too guilty, and I have been under too much pressure recently and have hallucinations."

"Then we're going to have a business visit." Sister Zhang was too professional, she sat up straight and said in a serious tone, "Boss, Luo Changning's special assistant rushed back from W City overnight, and they want to have an interview with you."

"Where are the others?" Zhang Chi's face was complicated when he heard it, but then he reacted: "Assistant? Is it the assistant? Where is Luo Changning himself!"

When Zhang Chi asked this, Sister Zhang also looked strange: "I asked, and people said that Mr. Luo is busy in W City, and the bidding of the film and television city is at a critical point. It is really impossible to get away, so I specially sent a special assistant to deal with it here. thing."

"Damn it!" Zhang Chi was so frightened that he lost his cowardly appearance just now. His face was a bit ferocious, as if he was upset about Wang Juansheng, but suddenly he felt sour for some reason, and it was clearly Sister Zhang in front of him, but flashed in his mind again. The little boy looks like chasing a car with a painting.

Zhang Chi was in an inexplicably sad mood. He obviously wanted to scold, but his tone was sour as if he had eaten a super sour plum: "His mother died, what else is more important than this?"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Chi was surprised: "Why do you look at me like this, what did I say wrong?"

Xiao Cheng tremblingly handed over a piece of tissue to Vinda: "Boss... wipe your tears."

Zhang Chibai glanced at her, and if he said you were sick, he felt a chill on his face. He froze and reached out to touch his chin. Tears had flowed from the corners of his eyes all the way to the tip of his chin, looking so sad and sad.

A hand was stretched out, fair and thin but pretty, and wanted to wipe Zhang Chi's tears, but that hand passed directly through Zhang Chi's face like a phantom, without touching anything, Zhang Chi's eyeballs straightened, and Wang Juansheng leaned forward. In front of him, withdrew his hand, with guilt and sadness in his eyes, and apologized to him in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I know it's not you who are going to cry, but you are crying for me."

Zhang Chi's face was also stiff, the tears stopped, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Huh?"

Aunt Juansheng lowered her head: "I don't know why, but you seem to feel my feelings."