After the apocalypse boss enters the entertainment industry novel

"awesome!"

Sun Cheng stood up from his seat, applauded vigorously, and was not stingy with his praise.

"This paragraph is perfect, Yaoyao and Xiaolan, if you ask me, you can all win prizes!"

Lin Yao wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and her voice was choked with sobs: "People will die if they are stabbed, Director Sun, you are too ruthless."

"I didn't change this plot." Sun Cheng was in a good mood, and betrayed his teammates with a smile: "The idea of ​​adaptation was proposed by Xiao Lan, so I need to find him."

"No way! Xiaolan, you really can do it!" Lin Yao's eyes were still red, and she looked at Song Zhulan in shock.

The boy stood outside the spotlight, his thin figure blending into the night, he looked up into the distance, his expression was unreal.

Song Zhulan stood in the night, let out a heavy breath, and pressed the number 20 missed calls from the past two weeks.

The caller was from an unknown number, but it was almost the same person every time.

Yuanchen's parents asked him for gambling money, Song Zhulan blocked their phone number after sternly refusing, but he didn't expect the couple to take the trouble to call from different numbers, and repeatedly threatened that if they didn't give the money, they would make a big fuss.

They got into money, and they refused to let this cash machine go.

There must be a solution, but Song Zhulan has been busy with filming and reviewing for two weeks, and he didn't have much time to deal with their mess, so he dragged it until now.

If it was still in the last days, there would be no need for such trouble, the world would be clean with one shot.

Song Zhulan thought irritably.

If these people dared to make another phone call tonight, he would not hesitate to violate the laws of this world and solve his troubles through physical means.

"Xiao Lan!" Not far away, Lin Yao called again.

Only then did Song Zhulan come back to his senses, calm down his emotions, and the smile on his face remained the same: "Come on, what does Sister Lin Yao want from me?"

"It's nothing serious," Lin Yao said, but her tone was inexplicably sad. The heroine seemed to have not yet come out of the grief of receiving a lunch box for the villain of the show. How about celebrating for a while? By the way, I will mourn in silence for my Chu Yu."

If it was normal, Song Zhulan might say a few words of comfort and accept the meal.

But today he was surprisingly irritable.

"Another day," Song Zhulan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes cast a shadow, covering the dryness in his eyes, "I'm leaving the film crew and going back to school tomorrow, I have to prepare a bit, just eat the film crew lunch today."

"Okay then, I'll bring it for you along the way," Lin Yao didn't force her, and walked to the place where the boxed lunches were distributed.

On the way, she could hear her muttering to Sun Cheng in a low voice: "I just said that the hair blade was too hard, and Xiaolan is not in a good mood."

Song Zhulan paused.

Is it because of the play?

Song Zhulan has always been thoughtful, and as soon as this idea popped up, he had the answer in his heart.

After the rewriting of Chu Yu, there is Song Zhulan's own shadow in the character design. After going through the interpretation again, it is really easy for him to empathize.

In addition, Song Zhulan left his original world for no reason, the country he worked hard for and several comrades who lived and died together disappeared, and what he had to face every day was unreasonable abuse and supercilious eyes, as well as his original parents. entanglement.No matter how calm he is, he will be upset.

But he shouldn't be like this, he can't be swayed by emotions.

Song Zhulan walked slowly on the set alone, closing his eyes to sort out his emotions.Jiang Xiaofeng, who has always been talkative, was called back to his room to pack his things just now. After a scene was over, it was finally time for dinner. The neighborhood was much quieter, only a few staff members were still there, looking at the lighting equipment used for filming.There was also Rong Lin wandering around. After his attempt to add a scene was dismissed by Sun Cheng, he was obviously out of shape. His own scenes were poorly acted, and the attitude of the entire crew towards him was relatively cold.

Song Zhulan didn't think about it, and stayed alone, temporarily suppressing his unhappiness, but it was still not a good thing if the accumulation of negative emotions could not be relieved.

At this moment, the phone rings again.

Song Zhulan pursed her lips and took out her mobile phone. Three feasible physical treatment methods for the original parents appeared in her mind. She was about to press to hang up, but she saw the name of the caller.

"Qin Jingye".

This was saved by Qin Jingye in his mobile phone when he was in the hospital, but the two have never been in touch.

Director Qin Da came to him at this point, what happened to the crew of "Drunk Bright Moon"?

Song Zhulan separated herself from the negative emotions and answered the phone.

"Director Qin, I'm Song Zhulan, what can you do?"

Qin Jingye's voice came from the microphone with a somewhat lazy voice.

"I heard that the movie you're filming now has finished? Do you have time recently? Let's go out for dinner together. I promised to introduce you to friends, but I haven't seen it until now."

"Oh yes, don't worry, the local dishes I choose will not be spicy, and the soup is very famous and can nourish the stomach. Stomach problems are troublesome, so you have to take good care of them. Don't take it lightly."

Song Zhulan froze for a moment, but did not reply.At this time, Lin Yao, Sun Cheng and others came towards him from a distance against the light, carrying a full lunch box in their hands.

For a moment, Song Zhulan seemed to see the shadow of his partner in the last days from them.

"Huh? Are you unhappy to hear that I let you take care of me?" Qin Jingye was still saying, "This is not good, even though you are quite young..."

Song Zhulan suddenly felt that the restlessness in his heart had been relieved a little.

He hooked his lips and smiled: "Thank you, Director Qin, for your concern. I'm going to participate in the model tomorrow, and I may not be able to spare the time. What do you think will happen after the model is over?"

As he spoke, he took a few steps forward to meet Sun Cheng and Lin Yao.

The boy stood under the light again, with a dazzling smile.

"Today's boxed lunch is delicious." Lin Yao threw the lunch box in front of her, quite pleased, "Look, there are braised prawns in oil."

Song Zhulan thanked Lin Yao with a smile, but suddenly heard a slight sound.

He frowned imperceptibly, and was about to say something.

at this time

The 1200-watt spotlight above the three people's heads shook for a moment, and then fell down without warning, heading straight for Sun Cheng and Lin Yao below.

Song Zhulan didn't have time to think, and pushed away the two people who were still in a daze.

He moved quickly, and Sun Cheng and Lin Yao were immediately pushed to a safe place.

According to Song Zhulan's calculations, with his speed, he could leave before the lamp head fell down.

But his stomach, which had been quiet for a long time, had trouble again, and suddenly twitched.

Song Zhulan's movements froze for a moment.

"Boom—" A loud bang.

Song Zhulan was a step too late, and the lamp head hit her calf squarely, leaving a wound where the bones could be seen.

"Xiao Lan!" "Brother Lan!"

Anxious shouts came and went.

Song Zhulan fell to the ground in pain, with a wound on his elbow.

He settled down, sat there without moving, and calmly said to Sun Cheng, who was in a hurry, "Director Sun, please call the doctor from the crew. Sister Qin Yao calls 120 and informs the lighting team to look at the equipment. If there is any damage, press the Process accountability."

He gave a series of instructions so naturally that everyone did not doubt it, subconsciously copied it, and ran away one after another.

Song Zhulan kept the original posture, so as not to cause secondary damage to the wound.He lowered his head and observed the wound. The blood flow was heavy and the pain was intense. The possibility of a fracture could not be ruled out.

Without hesitation, he tore off his shirt and skillfully tied a tourniquet on the upper side of the wound to stop the bleeding.

At this moment, the damned stomach pain intensified, and Song Zhulan barely finished the basic treatment of the wound, and was already in a cold sweat.

His face was pale, and there was no blood on his lips. Due to the loss of blood, his head also became dizzy.

Lin Yao quickly made an emergency call, and immediately stayed where she was to take care of Song Zhulan.

He said he was taking care of him, but Song Zhulan had calmly dealt with the wound himself. Lin Yao helped him and did not forget to tell him: "Don't move, the doctor will be here in a while. Xiaolan, hold on."

Song Zhulan turned pale and nodded weakly.

Lin Yao stood worriedly by the side, and suddenly found something faintly shining under the wreckage on the ground.

——Song Zhulan's mobile phone.

Lin Yao bent down and picked up the phone, only to see her cousin's name written on the cracked screen.

There were constant voices coming from it.

"Song Zhulan, are you okay? Song Zhulan!"

Qin Jingye only heard a loud bang on the other end of the phone, and his cousin's exclamation.

He yelled a few times in a row, but there was no response from the other side, only a few faint words could be heard.

"Doctor", "120", "Damage"...

What the hell is going on?

Qin Jingye was anxious, frowning tightly, and was about to hang up when he heard a familiar female voice from the opposite side.

"Watch... cousin?"

"It's me," Qin Jingye replied, "What happened to your crew? Are you okay?"

"There was an accident on the set." Lin Yao spoke quickly, and she could hear a little panic. The surrounding voices were noisy, and the set fell into chaos because of the accident. "Just now, a lamp head was not fixed properly and fell off. It hit me and the director. Xiao Lan pushed us away in time, but she was hit by the hit, and it is not very good now. We have called a doctor and an ambulance."

Qin Jingye finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Lin Yao was fine, and when he heard that Song Zhulan was the one who was injured, his heart ached again for some reason.

He hurriedly asked: "How is his condition? Where was he hit? Did you take any first aid measures?"

Lin Yao was a little confused by his series of questions, and could only say: "It was the calf that was injured, and the bleeding started to be serious. Xiaolan tied a tourniquet by herself, and it is much better now. I don't know the specifics... The doctor is here!"

Qin Jingye knew that if he asked again, he wouldn't be able to find anything, so he put on his coat, took the car keys and walked out of the office.

"Are you going to Beiyang Central Hospital?"

"Well, the film and television city is closest to that."

"Okay," Qin Jingye looked up at his watch, "07:30, see you at the gate of the hospital."

Song Zhulan was lying on his side on the ground, not knowing anything about this series of conversations.

The world around him seemed to be quiet, the voice was inaudible, and the figure became blurred. He picked up a smashed fragment from the ground and held it in his palm. The fragment cut his skin, and blood flowed out from the wound. With the last ounce of energy, he was alert to everyone around him.

This may not be an ordinary crew accident, but no matter who deliberately harmed him, he will definitely pay back double.

It wasn't until the doctor came in a hurry and he was carried on a stretcher that Song Zhulan let go, and his consciousness began to blur.

Before losing consciousness, he saw a sneaky figure in the corner of the studio.

Is it... Rong Lin?