Entertainment industry summer job

◎The three of us want to go to heaven◎

To this day, Ying still suffers from insomnia and palpitations.

The Longfellow Bridge bombing two years ago was a constant torment for his fragile nerves.

The image of Zhao Zixuan's body blown to pieces flashed through his mind again and again like a nightmare.

— PTSD.

Obviously a patient with amnesia, but he couldn't forget the most painful and desperate scene.Ying also sighed and sat up from the bed. He walked to the window and opened the curtains. Outside, there were dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and the heavy rain washed away his vision.The damp air made Ying very uncomfortable. He opened his schoolbag and took out the painkillers. After hesitating for a moment, he threw the pills into the trash can.

The alarm clock rang, and it was exactly eight o'clock. He should go out. Today is the day he returns home. It is said that he has not been back to his hometown for 17 years.Guo Peiwei greeted Huangshan city leaders in advance, and to ensure safety, the city personally sent someone to take him home.

Along the way, Ying also closed his eyes, trying his best to search for the memories before leaving home.

— Muxi, Muxi.

-Home.

Nothing, nothing.

The rain gradually subsided, the sky was overcast like a layer of white paper, and the car stopped suddenly.

The driver said: "Comrade Xiaoying, we've arrived at the square at the head of the village. Yo, there are lights and festoons, what's the matter? It's so lively."

"The day after tomorrow, there is a film crew going to start production in Muxi Village. Master, let's go in from the road behind the village."

Ying also casually glanced out the window, remembering the news he saw on his phone yesterday.What a joke, even though it is my own home, it is even stranger than a foreigner, and even all the information has to be searched on the Internet to understand.

The driver parked the car at the west entrance of the village. Seeing that Ying also had trouble with his legs and feet, he wanted to help him carry his luggage home, but Ying refused again and again.

His newly healed legs would ache slightly when they got wet, and Ying also tried hard to keep his steps from staggering, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead after a while.

He dragged the two largest suitcases up the steps and walked to the door. The brass lock on the bolt was rusty. He took out the key from his pocket, and there was a muffled sound—home was right in front of him.

Ying is also a little confused, the courtyard that has been abandoned for 17 years has not turned into a wilderness?

All the plants are in order, neither rush nor slow, neither arrogant nor impatient, showing their best growth state, as if being pruned and taken care of every day, they are patchwork and colorful.

A red maple tree in the southeast corner is in full swing, fascinated.

Ying also frowned.

"It doesn't conform to the law of growth at all, no, in the end..."

What the hell happened? 17 years ago.

In the evening of that day, on the highway outside Anhui Province, a Viano was galloping at high speed.

The person sitting in the car is none other than the hero of "The Rising Clouds on the River" this time, the national male god—Lucky.

Fortunately, I was not lucky at all this time. From Beijing to Huangshan, I had to toss and turn for two days. Which flight I bought and which one was cancelled, which train I bought and which one had no tickets, and I was about to miss the opening ceremony.He made a decisive decision - turn!The plane turns to the car to the train and finally to the highway, only to turn to the tractor.

The accompanying manager Mel was in a hurry, and while replying to the message processing work, he urged the driver Pan Hai: "Pan Er, can you hurry up."

"Sister Jie, the three of us will go to heaven soon, traffic rules."

"That is, you have to obey the traffic rules. Don't be in a hurry. You will definitely be able to reach Huangshan before seven o'clock in the evening." Lucky lay on the seat and closed his eyes to rest.

"Mayitbewhendarknessfalls.Yourheartwillbetrue.Youwalkalonelyroad.Oh~Howfaryouarefromhome.Morni~"

"How do you know you can come? You have been to Huangshan? You don't sing anymore. Let me see, when I arrive, I will arrange the residence, pack the luggage, review the script, go through the process, familiarize myself with the venue, and do the last reading... "

Mel had no time to appreciate Lucky's deep, generous singing voice with its own reverberation effect, so he raised his hand to turn off the music and switch to the news channel.

"Global news is for you. Recently, large-scale protests broke out in many places around the world, demanding to restrict the actions of mutants and monitor the group to ensure public safety. The reason was that a high school in Wisconsin, USA was suddenly attacked by mutants three days ago, causing Three people died and many were seriously injured..."

— mutants.Upon hearing these three words, Mel simply turned off the radio.

Mutants, a global minefield.I don't know when to count the inexplicable grievances and entanglements between mutants and ordinary humans.Internationally, the relationship between the two is very sensitive, especially after entering the millennium, there are constant conflicts and conflicts.Only in China, the relationship between the two types of people has eased a little bit, unlike the tense situation abroad.Even so, mutants and their recipients are also a minority group, and most people are still in a vague, unclear, and unacceptable state.

Lucky opened a small slit in his left eye and peeked at Mel.

Mel was bullied by mutants when she was a child, and the shadow has been lingering for years, and she still hates mutants until now.

"Uncle, the drama manager will confirm with you for the last time. Are you sure you want to live in Muxi Village? If you want to live in the city, tell me now that I can transfer you to an executive suite."

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can't get a tiger's son."

"Bullshit doesn't make sense." Mel rolled his eyes and quickly replied to the logistics team, who immediately sent Mel the homestay where Lucky would be staying tonight

Mel's eyes brightened when he looked at the picture: "Matou Wall, a high-end homestay, looks pretty good."

"Let's just say, what's so good about living in the city? After all, I'm a person who is about to retire and return to farming in the village."

"What else is there to arrange?" Mel wished he could break himself into three pieces now, but he hadn't figured it out yet, and the message group of the Lucky Fan Club was beeping again.

"Sister Momo, [-] people will go to the support club and the station when the start-up starts tomorrow, and the support items are not wasted according to your advice. They are all mothballs, insect repellants, old godmothers, and the flower baskets are all green. Flowers, mainly Ecuadorian roses, can you see it?"

Mel didn't have time to type and voice replied: "Yeah, yes, how much will it cost? I'll reimburse you."

"Tell the children, don't waste money, save, save, save, and stay rooted." Lucky interjected.

"I pay."

"No one can waste money."

"You can't lose the noodles." Mel snorted softly. Although he was a lucky manager, the two of them were family friends; I am like my own sister, of course my sister can't embarrass my brother.

"Ah~ There is something very important to do."

"shave."

"Oh, cherish this beard, I have kept it for two full years." Lucky stroked his beard, feeling a pity.

"Shouldn't it have been cut a long time ago? You have a frozen face and a beard that doesn't look old, and it's hard to take care of." Mel held his forehead speechlessly. She didn't understand that everyone who is an actor wants to take good care of himself and stay young forever. .This one from her family is special, so old-fashioned, she still grows a beard on a whim.Fortunately, he was originally handsome, plump and elegant, with a standard classic handsome appearance, but with a long beard, he looked a bit like a European and American handsome man, and he was praised by many fans—ah, Uncle is so manly, it’s simply Walking testosterone.

"It's a virtue not to embarrass other actors, especially actresses. I am an old man who is nearly fifty years old and dangles in front of them with a face that is less than thirty. If you don't doubt life, um ?” Lucky asked back.

"It's almost here, there is the Huangshan Toll Station in front of us." Pan Hai couldn't hide his excitement, he was able to eat, the cooker, the cooker soul, the principle must be kept in mind.

"It's good to be here."

A gust of mountain wind blew past, and the dark clouds outside the horizon slowly dispersed, followed by orange rays of light wantonly sprinkled on the mountains, rivers and land.Lucky rolled down the car window, and the peaceful and beautiful scenery outside the window was wrapped in warmth, and he smiled slightly.

—It’s the setting sun.

—It’s the setting sun.

Ying also stood in the red courtyard, looking up at the sky.

He has not seen the sunset for a long time.

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