After the divorce, the film emperor wants to ascend the throne with all his heart

Jin Beizhou rubbed his temples: "Remember to follow him. I found that his mental state is not good recently. How is the doctor you arranged last time?"

"Well, do psychiatrists who have just returned from overseas training need to make an appointment?"

"Wait first, observe and observe."

"it is good."

There was no sound from behind, and Shen Yu didn't speak anymore. He held the steering wheel and peeked at the people behind him from time to time. Maybe he was tired from work. Jin Beizhou closed his eyes, but he didn't fall asleep, because he was sitting upright at the moment, still posing The posture of the assistant living being kept away from others.

Regarding Mu Jin, Zheng Yun's opinion of him has undergone a qualitative change recently. He had always heard that he had a bad record, but now when he came into contact with him, he found that the rumors were not credible.

It is rumored that his acting skills are bad, but in fact he has passed almost all of them, and his interpretation of characters is quite perfect.

"Okay, one way to go, thanks for your hard work, Xiao Mu."

Zheng Yun nodded in satisfaction, and waved his hand at Mu Jin: "You're in good shape, today's scene is gone, you can go back early and take a rest."

Mu Jin crawled out of the river, took the dry bath towel handed over by the staff to wrap himself, the wet costume on his body was uncomfortable, he straightened the dripping wig: "Okay."

After changing clothes and getting in the car, Wen Yanzhe turned on the heater thoughtfully: "Director Zheng has praised you a lot in front of me, Mu Jin, you have really improved a lot."

"Excellent, how is the matter entrusted a few days ago?"

Mu Jin thought about it for a long time. What he did in that era has not been completed yet, and his life and death are unpredictable. If he is still alive and can go back, wouldn't it be great?

So you might as well find a strange person to help, and you can go back to your own time if you don't keep it!

Wen Yanzhe didn't react to his words for a while, he was obviously taken aback, and then suddenly realized: "Oh, I found it, there is a fortune teller under the overpass on Tongda Street, I heard it is very accurate, you might as well look for him, but you are looking for a strange person What are the aliens doing?"

"It's peach blossom." Mu Jin smiled, turned her head and glanced out of the car window, "Let's go, go now."

He raised Erlang's legs contentedly, straightened his cuffs, and said, I will definitely go back.

He had thought a lot these days. It was not an accident that he stepped into the air. He could walk up that long step with his eyes closed. How could he step in the air?And what if he didn't fall to his death?If you can come, there must be a way to go back. Don't give up until you are sure that you are dead.

When I woke up in this strange place, I was flustered and didn't go into it. Thinking about it afterwards, if the thrust behind me at that time was not an illusion, then someone killed me.

Very well, the crime of regicide, after much deliberation, I still underestimated that rabbit. One day when I go back, I must deal with him well. The ability to tuck his tail is better than mine.

"Here we are." Wen Yanzhe's voice suddenly sounded in the carriage. Mu Jin came back to her senses and looked up at the overpass not far away. Now that it was getting late, she didn't know if she was still in this place.

Pushing open the car door, Mu Jin went down. Since the beginning of autumn, it has been getting colder every day. He wrapped his brown windbreaker tightly, his eyes were clear and bright, and said to Wen Yanzhe: "It's getting late, don't wait for me, you can go back .”

It is better not to let Wen Yanzhe know what he wants to say to an expert, otherwise it will be very difficult to deal with.

Wen Yanzhe didn't insist either, it was indeed getting late, and Mu Jin was not a three-year-old child, so he couldn't lose it by himself!

"Okay." Wen Yanzhe started the car, and Mu Jin watched him leave before slowly walking towards the bridge.

There were a lot of cars passing by, Mu Jin crossed the road and walked to the bottom of the overpass, where there were a few stalls scattered here and there, and the big billboards unpretentiously wrote the words "Professional Film Sticker".

Not far away, there are a few wandering singers, carrying a big stereo, holding a guitar, singing loud pop music.

Passers-by did not stop, Mu Jin looked all the way, and finally saw an old man wearing glasses, unshaven, wearing a washed white gown, with a gossip plate in front of him, and the signboard was also plain and unpretentious, saying "Fortune Telling by Touching the Bone". Four words.

Taking a closer look, there is also a horizontal small character, which includes peach blossoms, avoiding bad luck, naming new students, feng shui and numerology, etc.

He really is an expert!

Mu Jin walked over with an extremely excited and respectful mood, and stood in front of the master for a while, but he ignored him, and couldn't see his eyes clearly through his dark sunglasses, which made Mu Jin a little Unsure, he whispered: "Master?"

"..." There was still no sound, Mu Jin was about to call out again, when she heard the master snoring softly, can she sleep while sitting?Sure enough, a master!

He patted the table and raised his voice: "Master!"

The master was awakened, almost fell off the chair, and stood up in a hurry: "Who is it?"

This friendly hometown dialect instantly made Mu Jin tearful. It has been a long time since no one has spoken classical Chinese to her!

"I'm Mu Jin."

"What's the matter?" The master adjusted his sunglasses and coughed lightly.

Mu Jin was a little excited, and her words trembled: "To tell you the truth, I am an ancient man who came to this era by accident. This time, I came here to seek help from the master. When I go back, how about making you a national teacher?"

"Hand out."

The master touched Mu Jin's palm, frowned slightly, then let go, shook his head, and took out a chipped porcelain bowl from his arms: "You squat here with this bowl and ask for 3000 yuan, remember , you can only ask for it here.”

"it is good."

Although Mu Jin hesitated, but now he can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

"This bowl is not a vulgar thing, you need to give me 1000 yuan."

The old man stretched out his hand, and Mu Jin was taken aback, a little embarrassed: "What should I do if I don't have cash?"

The old man took out the QR code from his shoulder bag and shook it in front of him: "Advance with the times, you can transfer money as well."

"—Alipay received 1000 yuan."

Mu Jin put away his mobile phone, squatted on the ground with a bowl, and turned his head. The person who was setting up a stall just now had disappeared without a sound. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and the old man had indeed disappeared: "Come and go without a trace." Without a trace, you really are a god!"

It was getting colder under the bridge at night, and most of the people who set up stalls packed up and prepared to go home. Mu Jin looked at the empty bowl and was lost in thought. Apart from being a bit broken than ordinary bowls, there was nothing unusual about this bowl. Can you really help me go back?

Rubbing her palms, Mu Jin looked up at the dim light in a daze. She has been here for a month, and she doesn't know what's going on there?

After finishing the work at hand, Jin Beizhou looked at the wall clock and it was already twelve o'clock at night. Shen Yu came in with a coffee and put it by his hand. After hesitating for a long time, he said slowly: "There is news from over there that Mr. Mu is abnormal again."

Ever since Jin Beizhou said that Mu Jin might be mentally ill, Shen Yu didn't dare to slack off. After the news came from there just now, he hurried over to report it. For the sake of Mr. Mu Jin, it is better to find out and treat it early.

Jin Beizhou's hand holding the cup paused: "What's wrong? Are you selling scraps again?"

"No, that, boss, Mr. Mu is now... in..."

Jin Beizhou put down his coffee cup, and was very dissatisfied with Shen Yu's hesitant attitude: "Say something quickly."

"Oh, Mr. Mu is now begging under the overpass." For some reason, Shen Yu felt a little ashamed when he told others clearly.

I have to admit that no one would believe Mu Jin's behavior if he said he was normal.

Jin Beizhou was obviously taken aback, the corner of his mouth twitched unconsciously, what the hell is this?After divorcing himself, he has reached the point of begging under the flyover?

Eighty percent of them are mentally ill.

"You make an appointment with that doctor, and I'll take him there soon."

I am not an irresponsible person, I am not an irresponsible person. Mu Jin's illness was caused by himself, and he should be responsible to the end.

[The author has something to say: The landlord's house is about to run out of manuscripts. I originally thought that I could write a few more chapters on the weekend tomorrow, but I couldn't rest because of something.

I wish you all a happy weekend~~ (envy)

(Scratching head: continue with the daily update)]