Son of the Bone

In order to show friendship, Wei Feng put a piece of brain in Jiang Jue's plate.

Jiang Jue stared at the big piece of brain in silence, dug a little with a small spoon and tasted it tentatively.

"If it's winter, I'll take you to the most authentic place to wash your belly." Wei Feng took a sip of wine, motioned to Lu Guangjian next to him to refill the kid's juice, and asked tentatively, "Your mother...knows Is there something you want to sign?"

Jiang Jue nodded: "She mentioned you to me."

Wei Feng's smile froze on his face.

"what did you say?"

"Jumped in line to grab food with school girls, basked in the sun with stray kennels, and sneezed six times in a row on stage during the final homework report."

After Jiang Jue finished speaking, he paused and said, "It seems a bit fierce?"

Wei Feng hurriedly waved his hands to deny that he was neither fierce nor fierce, afraid that the child he had just caught would run away, and winked at the bald uncle who was patronizing the juice pouring.

"Not fierce!" Lu Guangjian was shocked by his stare: "It's not fierce!"

Jiang Jue took a sip of the watermelon juice and began to care about the movie.

"What about the observation experience?"

As soon as Wei Feng heard him mention the movie, he didn't even bother to wash it. He pressed his leg with one hand and said seriously: "Isn't this about filming the inner world of idols? I said hello to SPF—Qi Lin has heard of it, right? It’s from their SPF, and they will send you there for a training camp for a while.”

"What about the time?"

"I have to change the script here, and various things haven't been settled yet. It just so happens that you don't have a holiday." Wei Feng leaned back, his posture relaxed a lot: "It will be around February or March next year."

Jiang Jue nodded and ate half of his brain.

This kid is quite talkative, he doesn't ask for anything, other second- and third-tier starlets have their noses higher than the sky, and they are not half as promising as this phoenix egg.

Wei Feng and Lu Guangjian looked at each other, and gave a silent praise in their hearts.

Qi Lin was doing his English homework, and when he heard Jiang Jue coming back, he turned around, and there seemed to be a big fluffy tail dangling behind him.

"You went out to eat hot pot with others." He said sharply, "I asked about the taste."

Jiang Jue sniffed the sleeves and found no peculiar smell, so he just nodded.

"Is that the young lady who calls every Friday?" Qi Lin dragged the chair and sat over, with a gossip on his face: "Every time you call someone, you are gentle, and you have never used this kind of thing to me. Tone."

"...that is my mother." Jiang Jue patiently explained: "She has been abroad."

"That's it," Qi Lin copied the notebook casually, and continued to wag his tail and look at my awesome expression: "Look at this!"

There were two thousand words written in that book, which turned out to be plot analysis and character biographies.

Following the method Jiang Jue taught him last time, he divided the psychological changes of the characters into layers, and there are many obvious corrections and fillings in the book, it seems that he has not lost his mind.

Jiang Jue took the notebook and sat down beside the bed, read it intently for a while before saying, "So what's the conclusion?"

"I want her to die. Only after death can I be free." Qi Lin's expression became more serious, and he replied after consideration: "He didn't want to lose his sister at first, so he still hopes that she can work harder."

But in this whole book, Jiang Pinglan is witnessing that her sister cherishes life and time so much. In the last days, she has been blooming her talent, making bold love and traveling, leaving countless excellent photos.

He gradually understands the relationship between his sister and Mr. Mu, and also understands the way she cherishes life, so that he can understand her choice to give up life.

So at the end of the story, Mr. Mu sent his sister the last ride in the bedroom, and he also bid farewell outside the door in tears.

A person who loves life should not be tortured by illness without dignity.

She should not be operated on, intubated, and imprisoned in the hospital bed and time like a puppet. When she wants to leave, she should leave.

"But I think he is crying because he is suffering for himself." Qi Lin lowered his head and said slowly: "I read to the end, and I can feel from the lines that he was even happy for his sister's death."

"But he can't accept this kind of happiness himself, so he blames himself and even refuses to forgive himself."

Because the two are morally contradictory.

In the traditional moral view, death must be a painful and sad thing, and happiness is disrespecting the dead.

That's why he was troubled and sad, but he was happy for his sister in his heart.

"It's very contradictory... This kind of happiness should not be expressed with a smile," Qi Lin sighed softly, and pointed to the circle of question marks on the note: "I just can't think about it anymore."

"Relax." Jiang Jue said gently.

"Relax...relax?" Qi Lin was a little surprised because he hadn't thought about it in this direction.

"Think about it, if your sister is holding the hand of her lover, walking towards marriage with a smile on her face, or receiving applause from everyone on the podium," Jiang Jue looked at him and said, "Are you nervous or relaxed?"

It will relax, because the subconscious is waiting for such a moment, the whole person is opened outwards, and the limbs are relaxed.

Qi Lin froze for a moment, and followed his train of thought: "Then when expressing contradictory feelings——should I have self-denying actions, such as subconsciously shaking my head or covering my face in a resisting manner?"

Jiang Jue nodded in satisfaction: "You can teach a child."

Although Qi Lin is not as good as the others, and usually has less time to watch movies and study, he is willing to think about everything with his heart. Jiang Jue has been with him for a long time, and he has learned a lot of new things.

As the days passed, it was time for the audition.

The bearded French director kept beeping, and the translator next to him didn't even have time to take a sip of water.

And a group of teenagers were waiting in the room to call their number, all observing the surrounding situation with slightly vigilant eyes.

Among them are amateurs who have been recommended by different companies, and there are also several child stars with familiar faces.

When they found out that Qi Lin was a competitor, they unanimously showed contemptuous eyes.

——A traffic star who can only sing, what is he doing in this kind of occasion?

"NO.15!"

Qi Lin raised his head upon hearing the sound and entered the examination room.

He bowed slightly in the direction of the director, and began to introduce himself and his interpretation of the film in fluent and natural English.

When they heard Qi Lin's pure American pronunciation, the faces of those competitors just now changed.

They are all seventeen or eighteen years old, but few of them can understand what the little star and the director are eagerly communicating with each other.

It's amazing to be able to speak English!If you come to the audition, just audition, what's the point of showing off your English skills!

With Qi Lin taking a small step back, he began to perform the part in the second act of persuading his sister to go back for treatment.

Before he finished shouting "Sister", it was as if someone impatiently sprayed smoke all over his face, and the meaning of chasing away customers couldn't be more obvious.

Qi Lin subconsciously took another step back, choking to disperse the cloud of smoke with his hands, obviously enduring his displeasure and wanting to continue persuading her: "Sister, we can't be like this, Dr. Gong said that we still have surgery You Zhi, even if you have to be intubated, it’s better than no life-don’t go! Can you listen to me?!”

Jiang Duyi in fantasy raised a cold smile, and replied in a sincere but mocking tone: "If you are really my own brother, you should understand how I want to live."

Qi Lin's expression changed when he heard the word "brother", and he was choked with sad eyes. He only gave her a final fixed look, turned around and left with big strides, holding back all his emotions and leaving this place.

The bearded man suddenly clapped his hands, and the producer and assistant director next to him also clapped subconsciously. In fact, they didn't quite understand the difference between these actors——

Most people are subconsciously looking at faces when casting roles, but this kid Qi Lin is really good-looking.

Jiang Jue was looking down at the scale when his cell phone rang suddenly.

The moment the phone was connected, Qi Lin's cheers filled the entire dormitory: "I! Pass! Pass! La——"

"Mr. Jiang, do you know that I'm an economic person in a daze!"

"Mr. Jiang, wait for me to treat you to dinner——I will drive to pick you up right away!!!"

"Don't eat," Jiang Jue stared at the figure on the scale that had gained two catties, and answered the phone with one hand and covered his face with the other as if resigned to his fate, "I have to go for a run tonight."

"Okay! Hey! You can do ten laps!"