After the change, the stand-in and the second male ran away [Transmigration Book]

In the town at dusk, the setting sun shines into the old kitchen.The walls inside have been blackened with smoke so it looks a bit dirty.

Although the space is a bit small, the pots and pans here are all neatly arranged, which looks like fireworks.

A little white smoke rose from the boiler, Lin Jiahang hurriedly washed and drained the vegetables, dried his hands and lifted the lid of the pot.

The white porridge inside is rolling with tiny bubbles, and the rich rice fragrance is gushing out.

"Jiayi loves this porridge." Lin Jiahang smiled a little, and after cutting all the dishes, he turned to get the bowls and chopsticks.

It's rare to finish work early today, Lin Jiahang is going to cook dinner for his younger brother, so he won't be able to eat casually every day.

Since Lin Jiayi moved to this town, she found a job as an accountant. It was very hard for her to leave early and return late every day.

Lin Jiahang gave up half of the house to his younger brother. Although it was a bit cramped for the two of them, it was the first time Lin Jiahang felt the warmth of his loved ones.

He didn't blame his parents for losing him at that time, and he didn't feel that he had suffered all these years.On the contrary, he feels that he is quite happy now.

Put the vegetables and meat down, and after a while a strong aroma came out of the pot, Lin Jiahang was a little dizzy, and felt his hands were numb and uncontrollable, so he shook them vigorously.

During this period, I often feel numb in my hands and feet, and sometimes dizzy.

It must be because I twisted my waist when I moved the goods yesterday, and I took a cold shower for several days, and my body couldn't bear it.

I'll go to the hospital when I have time, but since I'm so young, it's definitely nothing serious.

Lin Jiahang spread the mats on the table, and brought out the casserole.

When the lid of the pot was lifted, the hot white air dazzled the eyes.

Lin Jiahang laughed, and almost slipped his hand when putting the lid on the pot, and dropped the thing to the ground.

"Oh, you're so clumsy." Lin Jiahang hurriedly went to the kitchen to take out the rag, and wiped off the spilled things.

After two sets of chopsticks were put down, Lin Jiahang glanced at the time on the wall, "It's almost home."

He smiled, then picked up the spoon and scooped up a little porridge carefully, wanting to taste the saltiness before his brother came back.

The spoon dipped gently, seemingly dull and clumsy.

Lin Jiahang frowned, and raised his hand with difficulty.

The spoon barely touched a little bit of porridge, and with all his strength, he pulled his suddenly stiff arm back to his side, and then handed it to his mouth.

My lips touched the hot porridge, and I didn't know why it became so difficult to swallow.

Lin Jiahang gradually felt that the right half of his body was being pulled by something forcefully, out of control.

The porridge flows into the mouth, but leaks out when swallowed.

He wanted to wipe it with his hand, lest his younger brother see him in such a mess when he came back, but he lost control of his balance the moment he leaned over, and fell to the right.

With a bang, Lin Jiahang fell to the ground with the chair.

His head was so dizzy, his surroundings seemed to be spinning, and his eyelids were too heavy to lift.

Jiayi was about to come back, so he had to stand up quickly so that he wouldn't worry.

Lin Jiahang's breathing was heavy, and he looked towards the wooden door at the last second of fainting.

"Crack!" Director Pan checked the script for a while, and felt that Qiu Zhuo's performance was not bad, and he planned to ask him to add some details and shoot again.

As soon as the filming officially started, Qiu Jing stepped back.

He quietly did not disturb others, stood behind Director Pan and stared at Qiu Zhuo inside.

It has to be said that the period of acting with Qiu Zhuo was the time when he made the fastest progress, and it was more useful than the period of studying theoretical knowledge abroad.

Although he really doesn't want to admit that Qiu Zhuo's acting is really good, but this has long been a fact he agrees with in his heart.

Qiu Jingan watched quietly, and unknowingly brought himself into the role of the younger brother.At the moment Qiu Zhuo fell down, Qiu Jing suddenly widened his eyes, subconsciously stretched out his hand to help him, and almost didn't cry out.

Because of the reshoots, Qiu Zhuo lay on the ground for a long time after he fell down.Qiu Jing took advantage of this time to slow down.

He stared blankly at his hands, a little in disbelief.He knew that what he suppressed and didn't shout just now was "Brother."

Did he take the role of the younger brother too deeply, or did he subconsciously accept Qiu Zhuo as the older brother?

Qiu Jing stood there, waiting for them to finish filming the scene and wrap it up.

"Okay, I'll take a look next... Ah, Qiu Jing is back, right?" Director Pan was so engrossed when he was shooting, that he noticed Qiu Jing standing behind him, and called him over, "Now just shoot this Is the paragraph okay? Do you remember all the lines? Or do you want to take it easy?"

"Let's start now." Qiu Jing's eye circles were a little red, he wanted to keep the feeling of this moment in the performance, so he immediately followed his assistant to change clothes and make up.

Qiu Zhuo got up from the ground and demanded to watch the original film.

The effect is indeed not bad, coupled with the switching of the lens and the light and shadow, it should be able to be used by just cutting and cutting in the later stage.

After Qiu Jing changed his clothes and came out, Qiu Zhuo had already sat in the wheelchair step by step.

"Believe it or not, I'll push you into the river right now." Qiu Jing held the two push handles behind his brother, and said viciously "threat".

"Then you are the prime suspect." Qiu Zhuo pushed forward vigorously with his hands, and replied to Qiu Jing with a joke.

Don't look at their current atmosphere is very relaxed, but the next scene will not be easy at all.

When the younger brother came home, the elder brother collapsed to the ground. After 120 rescued him, the two brothers received the news that "the patient was diagnosed with a stroke".

When he was ready, Director Pan directly called to start.

The younger brother asked for leave to see a doctor for his elder brother, wiped his body according to the doctor's instructions, and taught him to pinch the ball to restore muscle strength.

The optimistic Lin Jiahang obeyed obediently, but after the ball slipped down again and again, he finally couldn't help but exploded.

A quarrel is like a sharp knife that cuts all the good things into pieces, leaving all the remaining glass pierced into people's hearts.

Lin Jiahang spoke in a clumsy manner, and the difficult face pulling made his expression funny and ridiculous. His eye sockets were red and swollen, but he refused to shed a tear.

After Lin Jiayi said a few words, she didn't say a word anymore, she knelt silently in front of her brother's wheelchair, and big teardrops fell to the ground.

Both of them spent a lot of effort in filming this segment. Qiu Jing directly swollen his eyes from crying, and Qiu Zhuo also closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Director Pan watched the original film very well, so he called off work ahead of time, giving them time to adjust.

Qiu Zhuo returned to the hotel, and threw himself onto the bed after washing up.

In order not to empathize too much, he picked up his phone and swiped aimlessly, trying to distract a little.

Looking at it, a hot search that just came up caught his attention.

#"One Step Heavy City" is over and sprinkles flowers! #

When did it end?I didn't even notice it myself.

Qiu Zhuo finally came to his senses, clicked on Hot Search and saw relevant information.

At six o'clock, "One Step Heavy City" ushered in the finale. Li Jue died, Qu Miaoshu gained the supreme power, and Shen Qingqing, who was holding up a red paper umbrella in the alley, finally lived memory inside.

Thank you for posting a few minutes ago on the official blog, and @ several protagonists respectively.

Qiu Zhuo hurriedly wanted to forward it, only to find out that Sister Li had already dealt with it.

Looking at the rows of fans in the comment area who said "I'm done spreading flowers, I look forward to Lin Jiahang", Qiu Zhuo instantly felt full of motivation again.

After watching the video with Yu Xiangyu and Zhu Hanrui, Qiu Zhuo obviously felt much happier.

Those two asked this and that, gossiped too much, and what they cared most about was how he got along with that cheapskate Qiu Jing.

"It's okay, just filming." Qiu Zhuo smiled, cleverly avoiding this question.

A new message popped up on the phone screen, Qiu Zhuo took a look at it, and found that the contact person was Rong Zehuai, and he couldn't concentrate to make a call anymore.

"Is there something else, you?" It was Zhu Hanrui who was more thoughtful and first noticed Qiu Zhuo's absent-mindedness, "If you have something to do, you should go there first, anyway, Yu Xiangyu is a vagrant, you can call again at any time .”

Zhu Hanrui made a ladylike "bye" gesture, and then quickly hung up the phone.

"Hey! Who is a vagrant?" Yu Xiangyu cried out with a look of being bullied, and hung up the phone obediently after a few words.

Qiu Zhuo paused for half a second, and clicked on Rong Zehuai's chat box.

——Do you want to hold a fan meeting?

Hey, is this the privilege of being liked by the boss?The right to decide whether to open it or not is actually in your own hands.

—— Boss Rong decides.

Of course Qiu Zhuo wouldn't be that stupid, he directly threw the question back to Rong Zehuai lightly, and when he pressed send, he muttered in his heart again: I want to open, I want to open, I really want to open! !

Rong Zehuai seemed to be able to read minds, and Qiu Zhuo beamed with joy when he saw the message he sent.

——Then it will be next month, you can spare some time.

——It was discussed in the meeting before, and the focus of this meeting is still to promote the new movie. In addition to the end of the TV series, there is no activity for such a long time in between, afraid of the heat.

Rong Zehuai replied in a businesslike tone in the second half of the sentence, as if the boss assigned tasks to the employees, which did not make Qiu Zhuo feel particularly intimate and stressed.

Qiu Zhuo sent an emoji of a little rabbit throwing a heart.

Rong Zehuai smiled, and clicked on Favorites.

——Are the flowers beautiful?

Now that the official business is over, it's time to talk about something lighter.

In the afternoon, Qiu Zhuo replaced the fake flowers in the hotel, filled the empty glass bottle with water, and inserted the iris that Rong Zehuai gave him.

Sure enough, he was short-handed, Qiu Zhuo quickly got out of bed, placed the glass bottle in a nice position, and "clicked" a picture facing it, and then sent it to Rong Zehuai.

——Thank you, Mr. Rong.

Qiu Zhuo made another pun.Rong Zehuai raised the corner of his mouth.

He turned off the phone and didn't continue to return to Qiu Zhuo, so the chat ended at this relaxing moment.

After Qiu Zhuo finished the conversation, he couldn't help but jumped on the ground.

Fan meeting! !

The thing that I have been longing for in my previous life but never got it done! !

When thinking of this plan, Qiu Zhuo's mood is particularly bright, and finally he can meet those people who have given him the greatest encouragement even though he has never met.

He immediately sent the news to Li Xiaoman, checked the calendar again and again, and made sure that he did have free time that day before covering himself with the quilt and calming down completely.

The iris facing it looked very beautiful at night, Qiu Zhuo looked at it in a daze, and there was a blue joy quietly blooming in his heart.

The author has something to say: Fluffy is the kind of scheming kid who never chases after, and once the target is determined, he will do everything possible to get it

If some children feel that there is a difference between him before and after, don't doubt that he is a person who cuts black and white, or the author's poor writing skills (beaten)