Zhu Xiaojing couldn't bear it any longer. She was hungry and her stomach kept growling. She was originally worried about how to persuade Liuliu to let her go to eat, but Liuliu couldn't eat it herself. After all, this approach was a bit inhumane, but Liuliu actually took the initiative to persuade her to go.
While eating, he decided to continue lying down and smell the food.
What a good baby.
Zhu Xiaojing asked her: "Liuliu, tell the truth, are you hungry?"
The food in her stomach has not healed yet. She must not be hungry because the food in her stomach has not been digested. So she specifically asked Liliu whether she was really hungry or just greedy and had no taste in her mouth.
Liuliu nodded subconsciously and said he was hungry.
"real?"
Liuliu shook her head again and said that she was not actually hungry, but she just wanted to eat.
Zhu Xiaojing felt relieved and let her continue to lie down and eat by herself. She was almost starving. This was the first time she had to accompany her daughter on an empty stomach.
At this time, the mobile phone left on the sofa rang, and Luoliu shouted: "Mom is calling~"
“Whose phone number?”
“I don’t know.”
Zhu Xiaojing came over, picked up the phone, and said to Liliu: "It's your dad. Don't you even recognize your dad's name?"
Liuliu sat cross-legged on the sofa, confused and shaking his head.
Not only did she not recognize her father's name, she even didn't recognize him. She kept forgetting that she actually had a father.
“Hello? Have you eaten? I was just about to eat, Liuliu? Liuliu hasn’t eaten yet, she can’t have dinner today...”
After a while, Zhu Xiaojing handed the phone to Liliu: "Dad wants to talk to you."
Liuliu held the phone reluctantly, with a disgusted look like "Why are you talking to me?", "Crooked"
A male voice came from the phone: "Liuli, have you eaten too much?"
Duliu said angrily: "You are just hoarding food, your whole family is hoarding food."
She threw her phone on the sofa and ignored it. She lay down with the little stuffed doll in her arms, looked at the ceiling and imagined that she was eating ice cream.
Zhu Xiaojing was eating. When she saw that Liuliu had thrown away her phone after saying a few words, she quickly came over to pick up the phone and said to Liuliu at the same time: "Liuliu, why don't you say a few more words to dad? Liuliu? Liuliu?"
"
“…I don’t know him.”
Zhu Xiaojing looked at Liliu who was lying on the sofa playing with a rag doll, shook her head, returned to the restaurant, put her mobile phone on the table, turned on the speakerphone, and chatted with her husband while eating.
Liuliu’s father complained on the phone that his daughter was not close to him, blaming Zhu Xiaojing for not being a good teacher and for teaching her wrongly.
Zhu Xiaojing said angrily: "You have the nerve to accuse me. If you want Liuliu to kiss you, then you should go home. You haven't been home for several weeks and Liuliu has not been able to see you for such a long time. What do you want Liuliu to do?"
Kiss you??..."
The two had a fight and hung up the phone. The more Zhu Xiaojing thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became. She put down her chopsticks, feeling full of anger.
"Mother"
Suddenly Liuliu came to her side and put the rabbit doll in her arms on her knees: "You won't feel sad if you hold the little rabbit."
Zhu Xiaojing blinked her sour eyes, hugged the pomegranate, and felt a little like crying.
Pujiang Film Studio, the screening room was dark, with only the big screen shining brightly.
A video was being played on the big screen, and some people were sitting in the darkness underneath.
This is the test screening site of "The Silent Truth". This TV series is already halfway through filming and the progress is relatively fast.
The plot content of the first episode has been edited and we have chosen to watch it together today. This is the first time for everyone to see the finished product. In addition to Zhang Tan and other main creative staff, there are also the leaders of the studio, He Miao and Zhu Ruopu, who are in charge of the film and television department.
Tang Hao, the deputy director of the factory, also came.
The first episode has been played for half an hour, and the quality of the film presented is very high, completely inferior to "The Hidden Corner" that caused a ratings boom.
In the seats below, Zhang Tan and Su Lan were sitting next to each other, secretly holding hands in the darkness.
On the other side of Su Lan, Zhang Yuyan was staring at the screen intently. He was immersed in the plot and was completely unaware of the small movements around him.
Zhang Yuyan's eyes became brighter and brighter, his spirit was high, and his body even trembled with excitement for a while.
This is a good drama! Everyone is sure of this.
Watching himself performing a gripping story, Zhang Yuyan's mood was so complicated that it was difficult to describe.
He has been dormant for so many years. Others thought that his career was over, and he himself had shaken his belief. But now, everything has started again.
After the first episode was finished, the lights in the screening room came on. Zhu Ruopu said it was very good, and Tang Hao added with a smile that it was very good.
There were bursts of warm applause in the screening room.
He Miao proposed to have a dinner together in the evening. To celebrate, he invited Deputy Director Tang to also attend.
Tang Hao readily agreed.
Zhang Yuyan didn’t remember how much he drank, but he kept toasting people. His posture was very low. Although he was the leading actor, the people attending the dinner were all the creative staff.
After dinner, Zhang Tan asked someone to take him home, but Zhang Yuyan refused. He drank too much, but he was not drunk.
He waved down two taxis on the roadside and returned to the hotel rented by the crew. It was raining lightly at night, so the hotel doorman held an umbrella for him and sent him back to the hotel lobby. He thanked the other person and said to him at the front desk.
The waiter who greeted him smiled and nodded. There was a young couple in the elevator whispering love words. He frowned. He arrived at the 12th floor. He got out of the elevator and came to the door of room 512. He touched his pocket and couldn't find the key card.
I opened the bag but couldn't find it. I couldn't remember where I left it. I went back to the front desk on the first floor and informed the situation. I spent more than ten minutes to apply for the key card again and finally returned to my room.
He opened the curtains, and the night view of the Pujiang River came into view. The lights were flying and raindrops were flying, and the temperature dropped a bit.
He sat on the balcony and made himself a cup of hot tea. While sobering up, he looked at the lights in the vast night in a daze. It wasn't until a piece of rain was blown by the wind that it hit his face, and he woke up and wiped his face.
Go back to the room.
The cell phone placed on the coffee table showed more than a dozen unread text messages. He opened them one by one. They were either asking how his recent filming was, or congratulating him on becoming popular. There were also people in the class group @ him, asking about the crew.
The situation: This person is a relatively famous actress, and I rarely interacted with him before.
Zhang Yuyan replied in unison, opened the circle of friends, wanted to write something to express the extremely unstable mood at the moment, wrote, deleted and deleted, but finally gave up, wrote nothing, and put down the phone.
His last update in WeChat Moments was a link to promote the performance of the drama "Nalati Love Song" half a year ago.
He put down his cell phone and no longer paid attention to the sound of incoming text messages on his cell phone.
He took out the script from his backpack, sat on the sofa in the room, and frowned as he pondered the role of the male protagonist Jiang Yang.
After watching for a while, I looked around the room, got up and went to the single sofa under the window sill, closed the curtains, sat under the floor lamp, and nestled in the corner of the room, which seemed safer and warmer.
He relaxed his brows and read the script comfortably, then fell into the gray world of Jiang Yang, and his brows gradually furrowed.
