I picked up my daughter-in-law in the cemetery [Entertainment]

Han Zhuo was a little surprised. According to the usual practice, this girl should be stalking her.

"No, your body is just fine, go to sleep."

Tang Ling said obediently: "Okay."

Han Zhuo stood still.

Tang Ling: "?"

Han Zhuo looked at her again with some hesitation, and left without saying a word, hugging the quilt and pillow.

"Wait a moment!"

Han Zhuo stopped, she didn't even realize the good mood she suddenly relaxed.

"Can you get another pillow, leave me the one you used. I fall asleep easily when I smell you."

"..."

Going back to the bed and putting the pillow back on the bed, Tang Ling was already lying down on her own position. At this time, she looked at her with bright eyes and stretched out her two arms:

"Goodnight hugs."

Han Zhuo narrowed his eyes to look at her.

"Forget it, you're so stingy, I even let you go out to sleep, can I still eat you?"

Han Zhuo was silent, stretched out his hand, and hugged her gently.

The soft and warm little girl rubbed against her arms, then let go.

"Good night, sister."

Han Zhuo laughed.

"Good night, Dudou."

Tang Ling didn't sleep particularly peacefully. When her mind was in a mess, she leaned her head to the side and smelled the familiar and dependent smell.

She sniffed hard, squinted and threw her pillow aside, put the next pillow under her head, and slept on her side.Gradually fell asleep.

The next day, breakfast.

"Sister, did you come in last night?"

Han Zhuo picked up the cup: "No."

"Oh." Tang Ling said. She didn't sleep very deeply. She vaguely remembered seeing someone standing beside her bed for a while, buried her head in the pillow, and fell asleep again. When she woke up in the morning, there was only a vague impression.

Maybe it was a dream.

Tang Ling stretched out her fork to fork a piece of avocado, and suddenly found that a little ghost dumpling appeared on the dining table at some point, jumping around the salad plate.

"Huh? Why did this dumpling grow a stick?"

The little ghost dumpling is dark yellow like wood today, and a piece grows out of its round body. It's not so much a stick, it's more like a long nose growing on a human face.

Han Zhuo stretched out his hand and grabbed the dumpling swiftly, ignoring its angry blow, and threw it back into his pocket.

After breakfast, Tang Ling went back to her room, went through the script several times in her mind, and continued to try to act.

The mobile phone uses a stand to record the video, and after performing a segment, watch it again, frowning and repeat it again, and repeat it again.No matter how I play it, I feel that it is not like this, and it shouldn't be like this.

She sat down, holding her aching head and taking a deep breath.

She didn't know what was wrong.

Han Zhuo went to the company to deal with business after breakfast, and when he came home in the afternoon, he knocked on Tang Ling's door first.She brought her sugar-free cake.

There was no response from the room.

Han Zhuo frowned and knocked again, but there was still no movement. He pushed the door and it was locked.Afraid of disturbing her participation in the play, Han Zhuo went back to the living room.

By dinner time, Tang Ling still hadn't left the room.

Han Zhuo vaguely felt a little anxious, she called out, "Uncle Gong."

Han Gong was checking the recipe for tomorrow, and leaned slightly when he heard this.

"Open Doudou's room, I'm afraid she will have something to do by herself."

Han Gong felt that it would be fine to be alone, and Han Xi would often play games and yell in the room all day without being able to hear him, but he still replied: "Okay."

The door lock was turned open, and Han Zhuo and Han Gong entered the room one after another.There was no light on in the room, and it was pitch black.

Night vision was not a problem for the Han family. Han Zhuo immediately saw Tang Ling hugging her knees, curled up on the floor under the bed, muttering to herself, but couldn't hear clearly.

"Doudou," she said.

no respond.

"Doudou!" Han Zhuo raised his voice and quickly walked in front of her.

Tang Ling spoke some fragmented words, and Han Zhuo heard three words clearly:

Subway, old man, mobile phone.

Han Zhuo: ...

Regardless of the lingering emoticons in his mind, no matter how he looked at it, he knew that Tang Ling was not joking now. Han Zhuo reached out and put his arms around her shoulders, and said softly, "Doudou, Doudou, it's my sister who is here."

Tang Ling stopped reading, and slowly raised her head:

"elder sister?"

Han Zhuo nodded, fearing that she would not be able to see in the dark, he grabbed her hand and put it on his face.

Tang Ling reached out and touched it, with a happy tone:

"Sister, why did you come to the last subway?"

Han Zhuo: ...

"Miss, do you want to turn on the light?"

"It's okay, I'm afraid to scare her by turning on the light suddenly." Han Zhuo took a deep breath: "Call Dr. Ji."

A few minutes later, Tang Ling recovered.

Stretching her neck from side to side, Tang Ling sighed, the light in the room was already on, and Han Zhuo was sitting on the sofa with her.

"It's not a big problem, it's just that I'm in the play, and I'm at a dead end, I don't know how to act."

Tang Ling was quite depressed. The script of "Ghee Lamp" was quite dark, but with Zhang Minghan, although Zhang Minghan devoted himself to scolding her every day, once he scolded her, it was easy for her to play and she would no longer be immersed in the script.

She thought of all the advantages of playing Jia Ding's play, except for this shortcoming: Jia Ding's script is really easy to affect the psychological endurance of the actors, especially Tang Ling, who relies on aura.Less skills are practiced, mainly relying on empathy. The more empathy you have with the protagonist, the more you will experience the darkness and panic in the protagonist's heart.

After "Ghee Lamp", she really gave up on herself for a while, although there were other reasons.I don't know how much influence it will have on her after "Swinging Subway".

"Why don't we stop acting?" Han Zhuo asked tentatively.

"No! You think Jia Ding's play is so easy to act. Jia Ding, he can act in a play written by a screenwriter of his level, which he never dreamed of before!"

Han Zhuo looked at the girl who suddenly exploded in front of him, so he could only raise his hands: "Okay, okay, let's act, let's act."

Tang Ling scratched her head a little irritably, and sat cross-legged on the bed to talk to Han Zhuo.

"Do you know what the entertainment industry lacks the most?"

Han Zhuo: "What is it?"

"Screenwriter! Good script! Good story!" Tang Ling was very excited.

Han Zhuo let out a sigh, then shook his head: "Not only the script, but also investors who don't mess around with others."

Tang Ling opened her eyes wide: "Wow, my sister is amazing."

"After all, I want to be a company, and you have to act in a script, with different perspectives."

""Swinging Subway" is the second part of Jardin's trilogy. I have already acted in "Ghee Lamp". If "Swinging Metro" has another chance, what label do you think I will have?"

Han Zhuo nodded: "The heroine of 'Jardin Queen's Use' or 'Suspense Film Exposing Human Nature'."

Tang Ling became excited: "How does it compare with 'Queen of Bad Movies' and 'Queen of Gossip'?"

Han Zhuo: "...how can there be such a comparison."

"Why can't it be compared like this, it has to be compared like this!"

Han Zhuo was amused by the little girl who exploded his hair, and admitted while laughing: "You are right."

"But you are really not very suitable to study this drama alone now. I am very worried about your psychological state."

Tang Ling lay helplessly on the bed.

Han Zhuo brought the cake over: "Would you like some sweet ones? Xylitol ones."

Tang Ling: "I want to drink milk tea."

Han Zhuo: "I'll ask Aunt Wang to make you some without sugar."

Tang Ling quickly sat up: "No, Aunt Wang should be sleeping so late."

She pulled the cake over and ate it bite by bite.

Han Zhuo naturally took out a piece of paper: "Wipe the corners of your mouth."

"Don't wipe." Tang Ling was angry with herself.

Han Zhuo leaned over and stretched his arms: "What kind of childish tantrum."

Gently wiped the corner of her mouth with a tissue, Tang Ling looked at her straight nose bridge, blue eyes under thick and slightly long eyelashes, a high-necked slim sweater concealed her uneven curves, and a small mole on her earlobe, which looked good under the light It's going to kill me.

Tsk tsk tsk, what a top-quality imperial sister and female president, so gentle.

Looking down, the fingers holding the tissue are white and slender, with well-defined joints, and they are full of strength at first glance.

Han Zhuo wiped off the cream on her cheeks, only to find that her face was suspiciously red.

Han Zhuo:?

Tang Ling blushed for a while, then ate the cake as if nothing had happened, and didn't wipe the cream on it, waiting for Han Zhuo to wipe it.

It was such a scene when Han Gong entered the door.

I remember that a few days ago he asked the young lady what kind of feelings he had for Miss Tang Ling in an indirect manner. The young lady once said categorically that Tang Ling was a child raised by her, and she treated her as a younger sister, no different from you.

How can there be no difference, this difference is very big.Regardless of my age, I am an elder, when was Xi Facai wiped his mouth so gently by the young lady?

The old uncle who was 15 years older than Han Zhuo thought helplessly that girls are destined to be treated gently.He also wanted to trick him into giving birth to a daughter.

"Miss, I contacted Dr. Ji, she will come tomorrow morning."

Han Zhuo nodded, and said to Tang Ling: "Let Dr. Ji chat with you for a while to relieve your psychological pressure."

Tang Ling nodded, she and Ji Mowei hadn't seen each other for a long time.

……

The next day, Ji Mowei came early.

It was still Han Gong who led her through the vertical flower gate. The ice and snow had already melted, but the winter in the north was still cold.

To be polite, Han Gong gets up early and wears the scarf given to him at the end of the season.

"It's beautiful." Ji Mo looked up at the handsome man and said sincerely.

Han Gong nodded: "Thank you, Miss Ji."

Coming to the door of Tang Ling's room, Ji Mowei handed the small bag in his hand to Han Gong.

"Cashmere socks from New Zealand. I have relatives over there. Bring me a few pairs. It's not expensive, but it's warm. Don't dislike it, Mr. Han."

Han Gong froze for a moment, waved his hand and said, "No."

Ji Mo took his hand slightly, it was wide, dry, not very warm.

Stuffing the small bag into his hand, Ji Mo waved his hand slightly: "Mr. Han, see you later."

She entered the house.

Han Gong was on the porch and said, "See you later."

……

Ji Mowei chatted with Tang Ling for more than an hour, let her relax and fell asleep, and then gently left the room.

In the living room, Han Zhuo has already made tea.

"Miss Han, don't worry, it's different from the previous time. She is very motivated now, and she won't have too many thoughts of giving up on herself."

Han Zhuo exhaled, and handed Ji Mowei a cup of tea with both hands: "Thank you, Doctor Ji."

"It's just that as an actor, this state may appear frequently, and we must find a way to deal with it. Otherwise, I'm afraid there will be hidden dangers one day."

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