Pick up an actor and go home for the New Year

Caller ID: He is finally the actor!

Yousu on the hospital bed frowned suddenly, and He Huan quickly pressed the volume button to mute it.

In the early morning of the hospital, the corridors of the inpatient department were already busy. The doctor led a few interns to start rounds, and she went to the quiet tea to pick up the phone.

He Huan began with an angry question: "You said you won't let Yousu live alone in the future. If you can't do it, return the key to me."

There was silence on the phone for a while, and then there was someone's urging in a low voice, Shen Shixing responded to the person, and turned to Hehuan and said, "Where's Xiaoyu?"

"died!"

The thermos cup in Shen Shixing's hand fell to the ground and rolled to Zhang Jianyi's feet before stopping.

"Don't make this kind of joke with me, I want to talk to Xiaoyu, give him back the phone!" The whole meeting room suddenly fell silent, Xian Yiyi grabbed Assistant Li, and whispered who Shen Shixing was talking to on the phone.

Zhang Jianyi half dragged and dragged Shen Shixing out of the meeting room.

He Huan returned to the ward with a full cup of hot water, looked at Yousu who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and finally decided to follow his choice and keep the illness a secret.

"You Su stayed up all night drawing the manuscript last night, so don't disturb him now that he just fell asleep." He Huan said, "Is the actor busy with work, when will he be back?"

"I can go back now!"

"Don't." There was a little contempt in He Huan's words, "Yu Yousu doesn't want to delay your work, but remember to inform him before you come back that he wants to pick you up at the airport."

He Huan doesn't know whether Yu Yousu wants to pick up the plane, but He Huan knows that Yousu must want to leave the hospital before Shen Shixing comes back.

"That's it, hang up." He Huan said.

After the doctor finished the rounds, Yousu woke up.

The moment he saw Hehuan, Yu Yousu was a little taken aback, "Sister Hehuan, why are you at my house?"

Hehuan put the water glass on the table heavily, and hummed, "Is this your home?"

Yu Yousu sat up, looked around, and realized that this is a hospital, "Did you come to my house last night?"

He Huan set up the table on the bed, put on the breakfast brought by his colleagues along the way, and said angrily: "I really don't know what you think, why didn't you call 120 by yourself, didn't you have your mobile phone by your side at that time?"

Yu Yousu bowed his head to drink the porridge without saying a word.

He Huan cleared his throat, and seemed to mention it unintentionally, "The film king called you this morning, and I answered it."

"You, cough cough." Yu Yousu choked, "You tell Yi Yi"

"I didn't say that." Hehuan patted Yousu on the back, "Why are you so nervous, drink slowly, I'm really... most afraid of your cough."

Yu Yousu smiled, picked up the bowl and drank the millet porridge, "Did brother Shen say anything? When will he come back?"

"No, but I told him to let you know before he comes back."

"Well, what about Youyou?"

He Huan frowned, stretched out his hand and pointed to the bed next door: "It's right there, the little ball under the quilt."

"Where is Caesar, have you fed it? The dog food is here..."

"Yu Yousu, what's the matter with you!" He Huan suddenly slapped the small table, and the spoon bounced in the bowl, "Ask this and that, why didn't you ask what happened to you last night!"

"I, I know it in my heart, it's not a big deal..."

He Huan was really in a hurry. She was able to watch blood bleed while killing a chicken without being afraid, but that didn't mean she couldn't be indifferent when seeing people bleed.

"You have a fart in your heart!"

Hehuan patted the table again, and Yousu was so frightened that he quickly grabbed the small porcelain bowl for drinking porridge, "Didn't you tell me that at noon yesterday? What happened tonight? Are you planning to lie on the carpet and wait to die?"

He Huan's eyes were red as he spoke, and he simply turned his back to wipe his tears.

"During the Chinese New Year, my mother asked me how the kid in our village was doing. I said his adoptive parents didn't want him anymore, but he lived up to his expectations and bought a house by himself. He lived a good life."

It is true that Yu Yousu is an orphan, but an orphan did not come to this world for no reason, and an orphan is also a child with a father and a mother.

Rumor has it that Yousu's mother is a female college student, knowledgeable about books and manners, with a delicate appearance, she looks different from the villagers at first glance.

He Huan's mother said that the female students seemed to be hiding from someone, hiding their names in the village and raising Yousu until she was four or five years old. One day, she went to the town to run errands, and never came back.

The village committee took turns to take care of Yu Yousu, who grew up eating a variety of meals.

A few years later, a welfare home was set up in the town, and the village cadres sent Yousu there, and he was adopted not long after.

When Hehuan was in college, he met Yousu in a training class. At that time, Yousu was preparing to take the entrance examination for the Academy of Fine Arts.

She still remembers the thin little bean sprouts standing in front of the door begging for food.

But Yousu himself can't remember clearly, he just remembers that every year when the firecrackers go off, he can go to Hehuan's house to have a meal of fried bacon with hot peppers.

He Huan cried more and more fiercely, causing several patients and family members to stand in the corridor and peep.

Yu Yousu was a little worried. The last time he saw Hehuan crying was because one of his comics was invited by a Japanese magazine to buy the translation rights.

At that time, Hehuan cried like "my family has a girl who is just growing up", and yelled madly in the KTV: My family has Su who has finally made it through!

"Sister Hehuan, don't cry, there are many people watching outside..." Yousu was a little embarrassed.

"I'm willing to cry, to embarrass you?" He Huan wiped away her tears vigorously, turned around and picked up her bag and cell phone to leave.

Yousu hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

He Huan brushed open the curtain and said angrily, "I'll feed your dog! "

Shen Shen listened to the script exchange meeting of "The End of the Night".

Although the official shooting will have to wait until the second half of the year, after the screenwriter writes the script, it will be handed over to the lead actor, director and producer to discuss the plot together, in order to achieve better results.

This is the tradition of the polar night crew, not to mention that it has reached the final season, and everyone hopes to draw a perfect end to it and continue the audience's high evaluation to the end.

Shen Shixing was more devoted than before, and expressed his views and suggestions very concisely and quickly, and interrupted Xian Yiyi's meaningless chat many times.

He is anxious.

And everyone can see it, and they are very cooperative, but Xian Yiyi keeps talking about irrelevant things.

For example, do you really plan to arrange a relationship line for the male protagonist? For example, the rivalry between the male and female protagonists does not seem to be too much... He even chatted with Zhang Jianyi and asked Shen Shixing about his latest schedule.

"This is my latest work plan!" Shen Shixing slapped a yearly plan in front of Xian Yiyi with a cold face, and said, "I will tell you everything I want to know, but now, let me concentrate on reading the script."

Assistant Li ordered a working meal at noon, and the exchange meeting lasted until four o'clock in the afternoon.

Shen Shen's audition was arranged after the dinner, and Shen Shixing took advantage of this time to sort out the details for him and give him some guidance.It should be easy to win this role if Shen Shen is a little bit clear.

In the banquet hall, drink three rounds.

Zhang Jianyi came over to remind Shen Shen to drink less, Shen Shen sat on the window sill of the banquet hall, dangling his thin legs, raised his glass to Zhang Jianyi and said with a smile: "Uncle, do you know Yu Yousu?"

There was a coffee-colored piano under the window sill, and the bench was covered with red velvet. Zhang Jianyi sat on the bench and stretched out her index finger to press a white key.

"I've met a few times, and I'm a little involved. He is a very gentle and cowardly person, but..." Zhang Jianyi suddenly smiled, "If what Jiang Hai said is true, I think you will be with you in some way. Sue is very similar."

Shen Chen changed the subject again: "Have you ever learned to play the piano?"

Zhang Jianyi laughed at herself: "Look at me like I've learned it before?"

"But you can play "Little Star"." Shen Chen drank the wine, jumped off the windowsill and put the wine glass on the piano.

Zhang Jianyi said, "Are you praising me or hurting me?"

Shen Shen and Zhang Jianyi huddled together on a stool, shoulder to shoulder, and played the last movement of Mozart's "Eighth Piano Concerto".

Looking at the slender and fair fingers jumping on the black and white keys, Zhang Jianyi was a little surprised.

At first, he thought that Shen Shen was just showing off his skills. After all, belittling and teasing him as an "uncle" has always been something Shen Chen enjoys.

But when more and more audiences looked at this side, Zhang Jianyi realized that Shen Shen has skilled playing skills and excellent empathy.

Whether the performer uses emotion or not, the audience can feel it.

At the end of the rondo in C major, Shen Shen smiled proudly at Zhang Jianyi, followed by applause.

"Uncle, don't you praise me?" The young man grabbed Zhang Jianyi's right hand, squeezed his fingers and pressed the "do" button, and imitated Zhang Jianyi's one-finger Zen gesture to pop up the melody of "Twinkle Twinkle Twinkle".

Zhang Jianyi withdrew her hand calmly, and said, "You play the piano well, and it can be your selling point in the future."

Shen Chen lifted up Erlang's legs and began to shake: "Uncle, when there is a chance, take me to meet Yu Yousu,"

"Are you interested in him?" Zhang Jianyi said, "Yousu is not from our circle..."

"I'm just curious, what kind of person is it that can make the actor give up his bright future and choose to retire when his career is booming, and even make you give up the interests of the company and agree to help the actor persuade the board of directors to terminate the contract."

The smooth piano cover reflected the chandelier on the ceiling, Zhang Jianyi's eyes suddenly drifted far away, he opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say a word.

Zhang Jianyi played an unfamiliar melody on the piano.

He is obviously no longer a person who knows nothing about the piano, without the slightest pretentiousness of showing off skills, and every key actively cooperates with him as if it has life.

For the first time, Shen Chen felt ashamed of playing tricks.

"Have you heard this song?" Zhang Jianyi asked suddenly.

"No." Shen Shen said: "I only listen to pure piano music, basically I don't listen to pop music."

There is a song in the movie, which was sung by the hero when he proposed to the heroine. "

Zhang Jianyi suddenly sang in a low voice. Accompanied by the piano, his voice was hoarse and full of temptation.

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Shen Shen grumbled inwardly, Zhang Jianyi was like a piece of fresh and sweet cheese now, and Shen Shen was the Jerry mouse who charged into battle for the cheese.

"This is what Shen Shixing has been insisting on for more than ten years. Back then, he was willing to sign the contract because he wanted to keep his family. Now he wants to retire because of his family."

Zhang Jianyi sighed, and continued: "As for me, as the company's gold broker, I should create benefits for the company, but Shen Shixing is an exception. His happiness is more important than the company's interests."

Shen Shen couldn't help asking in his heart, what about me?Will you do it for me too?

Not far away, Xian Yiyi's manager was waving at Zhang Jianyi.

Zhang Jianyi got up and left, Shen Shen had no chance to ask him the jealous question.

Zhang Jianyi paused and turned around, "Is there anything else?"

"Uncle, have you ever learned to play the piano?"