I am not reborn [entertainment circle]

Lin Chang opened his eyes suddenly, and retracted his whole body in horror, "I——?!"

The person in front of him frightened the words that popped out like a conditioned reflex, and Ying Shu stood beside his bed with a smile.

Confirming that Lin Chang should no longer feel sleepy, Yingshu calmly pointed out the door.The sound insulation in the room is quite good, but Yingshu's ears are more sensitive.

"The program team has a new mission, it's best to prepare it first, lest you be caught out like this."

He made a circle on his face, and Lin Chang's face had several layers of imprints overlapped on the same position, matching the hair shape can definitely reach the level of an emoji.

The air outside was very fresh, Ying Shu came out of the room with an aloe fragrance all over her body, and the staff member Qi Qi was about to come to deliver the card.

Seeing the familiar staff, Ying Shu raised his hand to say hello, and took the card in his hand.

The task description on the card is very clear, and the location is even marked.

"The person who is ready at the end will act as the driver." Ying Shu read out the punishment items at the end, returned the card to Qi Qi, and said, "Senior brother Lin is in the room, you go and give it to him."

"Mr. Ying, it's like this, because we have a large number of people traveling, and we may need two cars."

"?" He noticed the second half of Qi Qi's unfinished sentence. If you need two cars, you need two drivers.

"I've confirmed with your agent before that your driver's license program team has brought it over for you, so you can rest assured."

Thoughtful, even cut off his best reasons for rejection.

Standing outside the door, Ying Shu glanced at Lin Chang who was full of bubbles and was just having fun.

Fortunately, the troubled brothers and sisters all made up a room.

"I'm fine, I'll be fine soon!"

Lin Chang, who was rinsing his mouth, agreed to be the driver with a snort, finished washing almost as quickly as possible, changed his clothes and went out.

The two drivers got their car keys.It happened that there were three people in one car, followed by a group of camera cars.

Deciding to let Yingshu lead the way, the program team specially equipped the two cars with intercom, and several guests quickly decided on the driver who was going to follow.

It is very far from the villa to the destination, almost running through the entire city, even if it takes more than an hour to run along the outer ring road.

Originally, I should have thought that the four of them would rest in the car for a while, but I never thought that the young people would be so energetic.

It was okay when we first started, the wind poured in along the windows, and the people sitting in the car in front were relatively quiet.

However, starting from the elevated road, perhaps because of the weekdays, the double carriageway was crowded with private cars honking each other's horns.

Kexi's only drowsiness was expelled, like a plant that was alive with the sun, he first looked at the camera and shook his head, then half-turned in the passenger seat, looking back at the back row.

He Siwen, who was born as an actor, was used to staying up late, her big eyes didn't feel sleepy at all, the two of them seemed to hit it off, picked up the intercom and started talking.

The cars along the entire aisle were moving at a slow speed, and a tourist bus behind completely blocked Ying Shu's view. He pressed the steering wheel with one hand and directly put the handbrake off.

"Where are you guys!" Kexi hugged the intercom, never having such a toy-like excitement.

"Don't sleep! Wake up!" The voice from the other side was very low, and Kexi continued to attack aggressively.

"..." After a brief silence, Yan Yan's voice came from the opposite side, "What! I pressed the wrong button just now! I didn't hear clearly!"

The channel on the intercom was twisted, Kexi quickly dialed back, and asked the location of the car behind again.

Since Kexi chose Yingshu without hesitation in the morning, Lin Chang has been in a bad mood, hating himself for taking the driver's license test 12 years early.

He hooked his fingers into the intercom, deliberately twisted the wrong frequency current tone, and answered slowly.

"We... zizizi... are..."

I couldn't hear a sentence thoroughly, and for a moment the three people in the car in front couldn't determine whether it was too far away or the signal was not good.

Ying Shu rubbed the leather on the steering wheel with his thumb, and a message popped up on the phone that had been navigating all the time.

["Super Long Standby" requests to add you as a friend. 】

The application came from a private group of eight guests. Only then did Yingshu realize that he never seemed to join Lin Chang.

The person's avatar seems to have a Buddhist aura, and the middle-aged and elderly emoticons have a very obvious sense of sight.

There are many peaks and ridges, and a round of bright moon hangs high, and there are only a few words "good night everyone" on the P.

Through the friend application, the call came in the next second.

Yingshu didn't have the habit of answering calls while driving, so he clicked to answer after hanging up the bluetooth.

Rixie in the front car is still thinking about the intercom, and it seems that the problem can't be solved for a while. It is true that mobile communication is more reliable.

"I'm not very good at intercom, it's faster to call you." The moment the connection was made, Lin Chang's words came first.

Yingshu, who was originally planning to ask, was a step slower, followed suit, and then asked.

"Where did your car go?"

"It's blocked, there are too many cars, I can't see it at all."

There was no specific reference nearby, so Lin Chang looked around, and even the elevated guardrails were consistent.

A prompt popped up again on the chat interface.

["Ultra Long Standby" requests you to join location sharing. 】

In order to avoid the wasteful answer of "I'll wait for you under the moon", Lin Chang remembered the function that had been put on hold in the software for a long time.

With the addition of Yingshu over there, two small green dots appeared on the map, motionless, and the distance was extremely stable.

"Then follow me while looking at the map. I'll hang up first."

"Don't!" Seeing that Yingshu was about to end the call, Lin Chang quickly interrupted, "Let's talk about the channel first, Yanyan has been pressing here for a long time."

"Kersey, what's the intercom channel?"

Following Yingshu's questioning, the two-way walkie-talkie successfully synchronized again.

Yan Yan's voice came out again: "Crooked! Can you hear it?!"

Kexi paused every word as if responding to a folk song, and responded with a drawn-out voice: "Listen—get—get—!"

"I think it's better for the two of us not to hang up. It's more convenient for me to find you."

Yingshu wanted to refuse, but the road conditions in front of him suddenly eased. Considering the distance of the intercom, Yingshu who restarted the car agreed to Lin Chang's proposal.

"I'm going to start the car first, you don't have a road map, follow me."

"I'll be sure, don't worry."

Lin Chang answered this question very quickly, Yingshu didn't think there was any problem, and drove along the traffic flow, the two cars finally arrived at their destination before lunch.

The so-called destination is a rehabilitation center for special children.

The car was parked outside the two-meter-high iron gate, and the two of them called the contact person after parking the car.

Yingshu hasn't seen this kind of arched signboard for many years. The metal base is rusty, and it looks like this rehabilitation center is not much younger than him.

The iron door creaked and opened inward, and the teacher warmly welcomed the arrival of several guests.

Inside the compound is a narrow one-story house that extends inwards. It doesn't extend in neatly, and it is even difficult for two people to walk side by side in a small space.

A few people followed the camera, and the teacher in front was carefully introducing the functions of each part of the center.

The one near the door is the central cafeteria. You can still see the children inside through the glass, noisy in twos and threes.

The little girl sitting by the window looked up and saw Ying Shu, the corner of her mouth was seriously tilted to one side, but it could be seen that she was smiling.

Ying Shu politely responded with a smile, nodded slightly to the little girl, and then quickly followed the teacher in front.

"The children here are all different and need to be taken care of carefully. If there are insufficient staff, we can only let the children eat in batches."

"There are younger children over there, the younger the better the chance of recovery, so in fact we are trying to bring children back into society every day as much as possible."

"Even in children with brain damage, a lot of intelligence is normal, and we hope that one day they will be self-reliant and live on their own."

Speaking of which, the teacher brought several guests to the room on the side of the activity area, and the children inside looked a bit older.

"These children are older, and it will be easier to communicate. If possible, I will entrust the children with these two hours."

This kind of speaking technique is naturally going through a process. If it is not confirmed that it can be filmed, it may be difficult for the camera crew to follow up.

The teacher in the rehabilitation center briefly introduced the situation of the children, and then only two nursing aunts were left behind.

As the eldest among them, Shi Beibei is the only one with parenting experience.

She has been silent since she entered the center. She was the first to be touched and the first to take the initiative to contact.

The young-looking child was sitting on the tiled floor with his trousers rubbed between his calves, holding a toy in one hand and waving it in the air.

Shi Beibei, who was gradually approaching, squatted down slowly. She didn't know what to say to the child, and then she also sat on the ground and successfully begged for a toy.

Regardless of first impressions, these children may really be no different.

One person opened the way, and then several people dispersed.

The room was actually not quiet. Some children walked around the house pushing a rollator, and some picked up pencils to scribble.

Perhaps they have long been used to this kind of stranger visiting occasionally.

The little girl who was writing was holding a pencil, looking up at Ying Shu with a smile.

The hesitant Yingshu found the right person in an instant.He walked across to the little girl, pulled a chair and sat down.

He spoke in a soft tone that Lin Chang had never heard before. He asked the little girl, "Can I stay with you for a while?"

The little girl nodded, and the pencil in her hand "slapped" onto the table in front of him.

A not-so-dexterous hand fumbled for a pencil sharpener from the pink pencil case, and pushed it to Ying Shu along with the pencil.

"Shall I help you sharpen your pencil?"

The little girl nodded vigorously in response to him.

Ying Shu felt very comfortable with this kind of communication that didn't require any effort. He was a bit hard to deal with strangers, but he liked this little girl a little bit.

After confirming the handwriting on the little girl's notebook, Ying Shu found a piece of paper and spent time with her silently.

The ears are full of playful voices, some indulgent singing with incomprehensible lyrics, and percussion soundtrack accompanying the singing.

Lin Chang held a small rubber wooden hammer and accompanied the little boy beside him to knock on a huge stainless steel basin. Kexi not only contributed his voice, but even took the initiative to teach him how to sing.

Compared to the lively scene over there, Ying Shu and the children writing and drawing here are much quieter.

Holding a sharpened pencil in his palm, he stretched it out to the homework book and asked the little girl in front of him, "Is this okay?"

The tip of the broken pencil had a rounded arc, and the sharp corners were smoothed by Ying Shu.

The little girl's notebook was sporadically scratched by the pencil, and Yingshu returned the sharpened ones to her.

"Try, if possible, I'll fix the others for you too."

The sometimes thick and sometimes thin handwriting is corrected by the uniform refill. Even if the written words are still crooked, the harsh friction sound between the pen tip and the paper has disappeared.

Yingshu guessed that she probably liked it, and wrote down a few words, which didn't seem to mean rejection.

The homework book was rotated, and the word "thank you" filled half of the paper.

He witnessed the whole process of the birth of these two characters, and left a cute little tail when he finished writing.

A very simple thing, but it seems to be surrounded by tenderness.