After the waste wood is dropped, A explodes the world

After tossing and turning all night, Chu Xun was discharged early the next day, and went around the mental hospital with the police, but of course they couldn't find anyone to identify.

To his surprise, he didn't know the doctors and nurses on this floor, and a new wave of people changed depending on the situation.

Since Chu Xun didn't know the boy's name and surname, the hospital's records could not be checked, and the hospital's monitoring only kept records for 30 days, and nothing was found.

Standing at the door of the ward where he once lived, Chu Xun hesitated whether to go to the funeral parlor to find Liu Xuan, and ask him to look up the boy's name, so that the police could follow the clues to find out the boy's father, Ji Qingyun, and mother, An Ling. It may bring unnecessary trouble to Liu Xuan, after all, An Ling and Ji Qingyun are people with backgrounds.

The little assistant Xia Lan called him and said that Zhou Ying was waiting for him at the gate of the hospital, ready to send him to the set.

Chu Xun hung up the phone, thought for a while, and finally told the truth to the police about encountering the boy's corpse in the funeral home, and then called Liu Xuan to explain the current situation. Liu Xuan told him that there was a boy in the funeral home Relevant certificates, the police can come to collect evidence at any time.

The police went to the funeral home, Chu Xun hurriedly stopped a taxi and rushed to the hospital.When I came to the hospital gate, I saw Zhou Ying sitting in the driver's cab. As soon as he opened the back door and got into the car, Zhou Ying stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

He took a breath, turned his head to look at Xia Lan beside him, and saw that there were large and small bags piled up at her feet.

Zhou Ying was very cold, she just turned the steering wheel and drove without saying a word, and occasionally lit a cigarette when waiting for a red light.

After walking for about an hour, the sun rose, and the car stopped in front of the Four Seasons Xiangpan Hotel in the film and television city.

Zhou Ying got out of the car, lit another cigarette, and just stood aside, puffing and puffing, quietly watching Xia Lan panting and moving things, Chu Xun couldn't see it, took most of the things on the car and carried them in her hands Go up and follow Xia Lan into the hotel.

After swiping the room card and entering the room, Chu Xun piled the things in his hands on the ground, and before he could catch his breath, Xia Lan handed over the script.

"Brother Chu Xun, here you are."

Chu Xun wiped the sweat from his brow, took over the script, and just turned over the first page, his head was dizzy, and he closed it with a "swish", unwilling to read any more.

Zhou Ying walked up to him, leaned over to pick up the script in his hand, flipped through a few pages, and said calmly: "The lines are spoken, not memorized."

"What do you mean?" Chu Xun was puzzled, and thought: Didn't you ask me to recite it before?

"Only the language spoken according to the thoughts and emotions of the characters is the real line."

"Sister Ying, the director told Chu Xun to go to the conference room on the third floor to attend the reading." A staff member ran over.

"Got it." Zhou Ying replied coldly.

What will be read around?Chu Xun didn't understand, but he took the elevator like a puppet and followed the staff down to the third floor, and walked into the conference room. The long table in the center of the conference room was already full of people.

An Ling and Ji Qinglin are the male and female protagonists of this play, and they are arguing with the screenwriter sitting across from them.

He adjusted his mood and walked over slowly. An Ling saw that he just rolled his eyelids and didn't make any big moves.

The screenwriter, director, coordinator, Fu Huadao and other staff sat opposite the actors. As the third male lead in the play, Chu Xun was qualified to sit next to the second male lead, so he sat down on the chair pushed by the second male lead. Made a self-introduction.

An Ling suggested revisions to the script.

"I think this character should not be so mentally retarded in the later stage. Although it is a romantic drama, the heroine is a princess of a country in the early stage. She is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. It is different from ordinary people.”

"As far as the current situation is concerned, this paragraph is basically forcibly lowering the intelligence of the heroine." Ji Qinglin also echoed.

Chu Xun also briefly read the script at the hotel that night, and he had some general impressions. He somewhat agrees with An Ling's question.

Although An Ling has a big wrist, the screenwriter is not a vegetarian, because the screenwriter is the sister-in-law of the producer, and she is also somewhat famous, and has won some awards in the past few years.

"Mr. An, of course I considered what you said when I wrote the script, but..."

The two of you kept talking until noon. Chu Xun's back was sore and he couldn't sit still. Finally, he heard the director say, "The meeting is over."

He beat his waist and returned to the room slowly. The staff just delivered the work meal. He sat down on the sofa in front of the window, opened the lid of the box and saw that there were vegetables and meat, all delicious in color and fragrance.

Zhou Ying just walked in from the outside, turned to Xia Lan and said, "You can eat this meal later, go and buy two tomatoes and an egg."

"Yeah." Xia Lan went out in response.

"Why do you want to buy tomatoes?" Chu Xun was puzzled, watching the lunch box in front of him being taken away by Xia Lan, and his heart followed.

"Stay in shape."

Chu Xun thinks his height and weight are standard, 185cm, 140kg, if he loses more, he won’t be a stickler?

"I just ate a chicken leg. I haven't eaten all morning." Chu Xun narrowed his eyes, frowned, and resisted.

"No." Zhou Ying's voice was as cold as hers, and it was less humane than Yuan Mei's laughing and cursing.