The whole world let's remarry [Rebirth]

Ji Qianning didn't know why Mo Han appeared so timely, it would be nice if it was a little later, so that she wouldn't see her in a panic.

It was later discovered that even if Mo Han was a few minutes late, she would still be in a panic.

Her hands and feet were weak and she was helped into a lounge.

Someone kept talking in my ear, but Ji Qianning couldn't hear what they were saying.A hand as cold as ice touched her sweaty forehead, and the soul she had withdrawn returned to her body.

She instinctively wanted to keep the hand away.

With a "snap", the man was hit hard on the back of his hand.

"Why are you like this?" Someone said to her dissatisfied.

Ji Qianning's eyes were dull.

Mo Han raised her hand to stop Zhuoran from reprimanding her, bent down to look at her, and said in a soft voice, as if she was afraid of scaring anyone, "Wipe your sweat."

Ji Qianning looked at the tissue she handed to her eyes, and saw that the back of her hand was red, she was startled, took the tissue, and wiped it carelessly.

After wiping his forehead and neck, the thick piece of paper was soaked with sweat.She clutched the wet tissue in her palm, and there was a glass of hot water in front of her eyes.

"Do you want some water?" Mo Han asked her.

Ji Qianning is not used to her sudden eager gaze, so don't start by saying, "No. Thank you."

Mo Han put the water where she could easily get it, with some dark emotions hidden in her eyes, she hesitated to speak: "You..."

"Is Mo Han in there?" The assistant director broke in without saying hello, found the target, and yelled loudly: "Sister Han, why are you hiding here? Let me find it easily! Hurry up, hurry up, if you don't go to the set, the director asks Angry."

Mo Han looked at Ji Qianning who had not fully recovered, and said to Zhuo Ran: "You stay here with her."

Zhuo Ran was stunned: "But I..."

"You don't have anything to do on the set." Mo Han interrupted her coldly, then looked at Ji Qianning again, her tone softened a bit: "If you need anything, you can tell her directly...I'll go to filming first."

After finishing speaking, without delay for a second, he followed the impatient assistant director and left.

No one in the room spoke for a while.

Zhuo Ran couldn't understand Mo Han's arrangement. She was 1 unwilling and didn't dare to disobey the order.

Why does Mo Han care so much about this little actor?The more Zhuo Ran thought about it, the more confused he became.

Zhuo Ran wanted to test it out, but looking at Ji Qianning's current state, he might not be able to ask anything.She suppressed the unhappiness in her heart, looked at this woman who didn't know whether she had hypoglycemia or was frightened, and asked symbolically, "Are you okay?"

……

Mo Han hurried back to the lounge after the play, and a figure flickered in front of him.

"Thank you." Zhuo Ran smiled and handed her the coat.

Mo Han frowned and looked at her: "Didn't I ask you to accompany her?"

"She doesn't need me to accompany her." Zhuo Ran said, "She left not long after you left. I think she is recovering well, so she should be fine."

Mo Han thought of Ji Qianning's distraught look when he left, and couldn't believe that nothing happened.She didn't pick up her coat, she asked Zhuo Ran for her mobile phone, and found the number to call.

"Dududu-"

The speaker has been busy for a long time, but no one answered.

……

Ji Qianning paid the money, opened the car door, and walked forward in a daze.

"Hey beauty, don't you want the money?"

The taxi driver called Ji Qianning a few times before he heard it, went back to get the change, and thought of Jiang Youna when he passed the roasted duck rice noodle shop, took out his mobile phone, and wanted to ask her if she wanted to eat rice noodles, but first saw two missed calls and one unread WeChat message.

The call was made by Mo Han, and the WeChat was also sent by Mo Han.

Ji Qianning was a little dazed.

When she went to the set, in order not to affect the shooting, she turned her mobile phone to vibrate mode, and she didn't feel it at all when the call came.

She didn't call back, but clicked on the WeChat.

Han: "Are you okay?"

... Such an ambiguous nickname, she wanted to change it before, but forgot.

Ji Qianning typed the word "nothing" slowly and sent it.

She was not in the mood to delve into why Mo Han cared about her so much, and she was grateful for Mo Han helping her.

But she wasn't telling the truth.

She has severe post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), which is left over from an accident in her previous life.Since then, she could not see any open flame bigger than the flame of a candle, so she never went into the kitchen.

She didn't expect that this disease would be brought over after her rebirth.

It was too embarrassing just now. Although it didn't cause any confusion to the crew, she was too embarrassed to stay any longer.

Mo Han didn't send any more messages, maybe he was filming, or maybe he was busy with other things.

Ji Qianning closed the chat window, clicked on Jiang Youna's profile picture to send a message.Jiang Youna didn't reply.

Finally, I packed the rice noodles and went back.

When she opened the door, Jiang Youna, who just woke up from a nap, came out of the room and looked at her expectantly: "Have you bought it?"

Ji Qianning was amused by her disheveled face and thinking about eating, and joked: "You dog has a sharper nose than mine, and the smell comes out immediately."

Jiang Youna ran over: "Only one? Did you eat it outside?"

Ji Qianning helped her open the box: "I have no appetite, you can eat."

Jiang Youna would not be polite to her, she took a bite out of her chopsticks and said, "Why did you come back so early? Is it because it's too cold to take it?"

"Hmm..." Ji Qianning was very satisfied with the excuse she made for herself.

Jiang Youna snorted and sucked on the rice noodles, and said inarticulately: "It's absolutely fine to play such a small role with your ability. I don't know why you are nervous. Going to the set to drink the northwest wind, isn't it stupid?"

Ji Qianning's strength in the above life is indeed fully qualified for such a small role as a nurse.

The problem is...she is Ji Qianning, but she is not the same Ji Qianning as before.

She has been empty for ten years, and she has no confidence anymore.She wanted to go to the set to get familiar with the environment and the director's shooting style, and wanted to get back to her original state as soon as possible.

Seeing that she was silent, Jiang Youna raised her eyelids to look at her, and said jokingly, "Who do you want to see?"

Ji Qianning didn't pay attention: "What?"

Jiang Youna shoved her: "Don't play dumb for me, you just went to see Mo Han, right?"

"...I'm not." She really wasn't.

Jiang Youna didn't believe it, and said unrelentingly: "Then have you seen her? Is there a photo you want to sign?"

Even in the previous life, she and Mo Han were married, and there were not many photos of the two of them together.

Ji Qianning's heart darkened, she looked away, and said, "She is busy filming, how can I go up and disturb her."

Jiang Youna heard her tone a little sad, patted her on the shoulder and comforted her: "It's okay, anyway, you have a rivalry with her, there is still a chance."

Ji Qianning sighed silently.She and Jiang Youna were talking like chicken and duck, so she simply stopped talking and went back to the room.

She actually had some new ideas, but she didn't say anything.

In her last life, she and Mo Han were tied together because of an accident in this drama.

Today the pot of fire awakened the fear hidden deep in her memory.

She is afraid.

She is very afraid.

On the way back, Ji Qianning thought a lot. She could find a good reason to stop acting, but she had to pay a certain amount of liquidated damages. With her salary, the liquidated damages were affordable.

With one actor missing, the director will definitely find someone to take her place.

But thinking of the person who replaced her in the previous life, Ji Qianning couldn't help feeling a deep hatred and unwillingness in her heart.

She finally dismissed the idea of ​​giving up.

She thought bitterly and optimistically: Maybe God gave her another chance just to change her bad luck?

When picking up the script of "Mist" again, Ji Qianning's heart became very heavy.She turned to the part where she had a part in the scene, suppressed the discomfort in her heart, and studied the explosion scene that changed her fate word by word.

From three o'clock in the afternoon to eleven o'clock at night, she memorized the lines and every detail by heart before putting down the script and going to take a shower.

Lying on a small bed 1.5 meters wide, her body was relaxed, but her spirit was still tense.

The rebirth was so unreal that after so many days, she still couldn't sleep well.

Pick up the mobile phone, log in to the three-dimensional Weibo, where no one knows, and write about her unknown thoughts.

Vibrant little sun: "Don't be afraid, walk over bravely."

There are still a lot of girlish thoughts from her previous life left on Weibo, but she didn't bother to delete them today.

Not feeling sleepy for a while, Ji Qianning took out the thick script that she just got today.

She read very slowly, hypnotized herself with words, and started yawning when she saw page No.20.

She put away the script, pulled the wrinkled sheets, and was about to lie down.

"Ding-dong-"

The familiar message sounded, and Ji Qianning picked up the phone and glanced at it.

There is a red number "1" on the Weibo icon.

The obsessive-compulsive disorder happened again. She logged into Weibo, clicked on the message, and her eyelids twitched.

Last time, the inexplicable fan of her mobile phone account commented on her Weibo just now, and there were only two words: "Come on."

this person……

Out of politeness, Ji Qianning replied: "Thank you."

"Ding-dong-"

Three seconds later, the phone's trumpet account sent a private message to her: "Why did you change your name?"

Ji Qianning didn't want to talk to such a stranger who didn't know the details at all.But thinking of the other party's encouragement to her, she felt warm again. After thinking about it, she replied: "Change your name to change your mood."

Mobile phone trumpet: "I like your previous name better, it seems to have some meaning."

...is this a chatterbox?Stay up late at night to find someone to chat with online? ? ?

Ji Qianning regretted talking to this person.

Just when she was thinking about how to politely tell the other party that she was going to rest and didn't want to chat, the man sent another text: "Are you a fan of Mo Han?"

Ji Qianning replied out of conscience: "No."

Phone trumpet: "No? I see that your homepage has a lot of likes on her Weibo."

Ji Qianning was slightly taken aback.She can delete the content of her Weibo, but ignores that people who follow her can see her past like records.

She didn't expect the other party to be so careful, so she could only lie: "Actually, I am her black fan. I pretend to be a black fan, understand?"

Phone number: "I don't understand."

Ji Qianning: ...

Very good, the topic was ended by the other party, and she can finally sleep!

Ji Qianning dropped her phone and climbed onto the bed, got into bed, and the annoying "ding dong" sounded again.

Unbearable.

She picked up the phone again, clicked on the settings to turn off the message reminder, and wanted to see what the man said.

Cell phone trumpet: "I don't like her either. I heard that she often plays big names, is arrogant, and her acting skills are not good."

Ji Qianning's eyes widened.

She doesn't comment on the first two shortcomings, but the last one... Poor acting skills? ? ?

It seems that the opposite is Mo's real black fan!

Hello black fans.Bye bye.

The night is deep.

The film and television city on the outskirts of Beishi was brightly lit, and there were still many production crews running overnight.

Zhuo Ran walked into the lounge holding a bowl of Mo Han's favorite drunk glutinous rice balls: "I brought you eight, eat to warm your body."

Mo Han didn't even look at it, and said, "Don't eat."

"Ah?" Zhuo Ran looked at her and found that her expression was not right, so he put down the glutinous rice balls, "Are you too tired? Why don't you squint for a while?"

As if she didn't hear what she said, Mo Han poked the screen film of the phone with her pretty fingers, and sent the edited text again.

Private message failed.

Comment failed.

Follow failed.

After trying three times in a row without success, Mo Han finally realized that he was blocked by someone, and his complexion sank.

Did she say too much and reveal something?

Zhuo Ran waited for a long time without seeing her answer, so he glanced at the screen and "accidentally" glanced at the screen, saw the familiar Weibo interface, and asked her, "Before you said you wanted to register Weibo, did you get it done?"

Mo Han froze his hands, put the phone upside down on the table, blinked his eyelashes, and said without emotion: "I won't do it."

"What's the matter?" Zhuo Ran said, "Is the authentication not done properly? Why don't you give me the account password and I'll help you."

Mo Han picked up the bowl on the table irritably, and stuffed a glutinous rice ball into his mouth. He didn't know if it was scalded or it didn't suit his taste, and his two heroic brows were tightly knit together.

"..." Zhuo Ran didn't know where he had offended her, so he shut his mouth and dared not speak.