After the call with Gu Xuan, Zhong Jiuyin was still sitting on the sofa for a while.
Judging from the call records on the phone, the original owner’s interpersonal relationship is not complicated, and the call records with notes only have those repetitive names.
Including Feng Qing, but the last call with Feng Qing was at the beginning of the year.
Contact Gu Xuan's words and the contents in her diary, she tried to infer the experience of the original owner over the past two years—
With the hope of realizing his dream, he debuted as an artist of Huancheng Entertainment at the same time as Feng Qing.
The first drama was replaced and suffered the first blow, but Feng Qing was safely given resources and gained exposure.
I received several resources later, but none of them succeeded. In contrast, Feng Qing successfully became the company's main artist with her resources again and again.
Among them, it is not certain when Guo Mingli and Feng Qing got into a relationship, and at which stage Feng Qing and Su Cheng got into it.
The original owner's first change of corners was Feng Qing's hand? Or was it really her unlucky? In all the failures, what exactly did Feng Qing and Guo Mingli participate?
What is certain is that from the last time I received the show but had no hope of broadcasting, to the time when Guo Mingli had been instructed by Feng Qing and never took over the job for her.
During this period, she was alone in this small house, no matter day and night, and occasionally without eating or drinking. She looked at Feng Qing's success like self-abuse, thinking about her failure, and having to have too high expectations for her.
The relatives forced themselves to smile and forged the illusion that their lives were good.
At this time, the phone that was put aside rang.
Walking, running and jumping under the light that is so bright that it is about to blind people, and even sitting on a single-chamber carousel, you are so busy that you sweat and wipe, and then sweat.
Fortunately, this is just a performance by one person, and there is no other trouble. It will be done after four or five hours.
Qian Yu: "…what the hell ringtone?"
She also felt that when she was connected, she said like a brother: "Yan Cheng--"
It's cool and itchy.
Guo Mingli and Feng Qing should have learned a lesson, she thought.
Just like the original owner, I stayed in a dark and humid corner, and I could never wait for the sunshine I wanted in my short life.
Sometimes people's perception has a transfer gate. The pain of the wound may temporarily make the original owner free from emotional pain, and even gain a little bit of pathological pleasure, reminding him of his existence at all times.
After Zhong Jiuyin was proud, he drooled again, glanced at the screen, looked at the notes, and raised his eyebrows higher.
There was someone there who had about the same time as her, and he was also shooting advertisements, but now there was no one, and even the venue was cleaned up.
After trying to commit suicide, the original owner actually woke up one day and decided to make a change, wanting to jump out of this emotion.
He also said that if you don’t have the strength, work harder, and if you don’t work hard, go home to farm.
It's very simple, because there are no two items.
"When he farts, fans will pay for it. Just take a photo and then take a photo and then slowly pick it. If you take a photo dozens of times, it will only apply to your contract amount. The amount of money you sign is more than the money you ask for a photo editing master to ask for a photo editing master to do it.
It's just a little transparent."
Zhong Jiuyin: "...Okay."
Qian Yu and his second assistant were waiting in the studio. Seeing that she had finally finished the filming, they hurried forward to pick up the person.
"Well," she held water in her mouth, raised her chin over there, swallowed it, and asked Qian Yu, "Why did the people over there leave so quickly? Didn't they say that they could take a few more photos?"
"Come on, I guess he helped you take the show."
Yan Cheng: "…Is this the communication language of prehistoric humans?"
Zhong Jiuyin thought in thought, brushing her fingertips across her left wrist.
Qian Yu and the two stared at her together.
"Isn't it very special? You can tell at first that my phone is ringing." Her eyebrows were raised, and she was still very proud.
Finally, one day, probably when I was cutting vegetables and fruits, I vaguely put the knife on my wrist and scratched it down.
The sun sets in the west, and the last bit of orange halo pierces into the beams of the building outside, but this building does not face north and south. Every day, the sunlight can shine into the bedroom around four or five o'clock in the afternoon. At other times, that little light
Even if you struggle hard, you can't climb to the windowsill of her house.
After looking for a while, she turned her head and looked out the window in the living room.
The passerby also looked at them in surprise, but did not notice that they were tripped by the thread under their feet. The light tube in their hands fell to the ground, and it was so hungry that it was not broken, and rolled two meters away.
She drank another sip of water and sat down to rest for a while.
Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, it is better to do something than staying at home until you are depressed. Eating a boxed lunch worth ten yuan on the curb is better than crying while eating bread at home.
"It's Yan Cheng."
…
Speaking of which, the original owner has worked very hard. But it may be that he is really unlucky and is too unlucky. He got into a car accident on the way to an audition.
As a stunning genius, you have to have a matching ringtone that matches your strength, unlike ordinary people.
Zhong Jiuyin nodded to Qian Yu, who was looking forward to it, and replied: "Okay, three grams of oil."
This is the first resource Zhong Jiuyin received after appearing on the variety show, and Qian Yu asked her to show her strength.
But by some reason, she stroked the scars and felt a little cold, the scene of the original owner's suicide imagined in her mind was replaced, and she inexplicably remembered the touch of Yan Cheng's finger touching her wrist during the interview.
Qian Yu handed her a bottle of water, and when she looked up at another studio in the distance while drinking.
She shook the strange feeling in her mind and forced herself to return to the main business.
Qian Yu pulled the corner of his mouth and refused to comment.
Qian Yu: "...You have a more upright attitude!"
The original owner probably sat in the place without light, with his face blankly and writing a diary while shedding tears.
The houses in this dilapidated community are not very good, with the windows in the middle, and only a small half of the desks are exposed in natural light.
Zhong Jiuyin had two shoulders on one arm, hanging it on her body like a disabled patient.
Of course, Zhong Jiuyin worked hard. This is not a matter of not farming. She simply likes to realize her value in difficult work.
"They are famous, but they have only become popular for two months because of a drama." Qian Yu said with his hands in his arms.
The second one held a small fan and gave her a blow-off, and Qian Yu took advantage of this opportunity to tell her about the subsequent arrangements.
It is a very standard pronunciation of three, grams, and oil. It is so standard that Yan Cheng can't think of what she is expressing.
Wednesday is the time to shoot the commercials.
The step she finally took was erased like this. Except for herself, who occupied her body, no one else knew what she had experienced or made any changes.
So she turned the cards more than ten times just by turning them in, and her clothes and props were also exchanged.
Guo Mingli didn't receive the show for her, so she searched for various audition notices online, went to find the publicly selected crew, and then went to the audition alone.
The rough duck screamed shocked Qian Yu and forgot to say anything.
When it is most uncomfortable, the blade may be cut deeper, and repeated self-harm increases the threshold for accepting pain, which makes suicide not that difficult.
The person on the other side didn't think she was inappropriate and told her in a plain tone: "There is a martial arts drama that has a role that suits you, but it's not on the stars. The director is Liu Ge. I'll send you the information if I'm willing to take it.
, This character is yours."
...Stop, how can geniuses be affected by external objects when thinking?
Zhong Jiuyin leaned against the sofa, her eyes crossed the half-open room door, and looked at the corner of the desk.
Zhong Jiuyin: "There is no prehistoric. This is how the heroine in my bedside reading book communicates with the noble prince, right? People's communication habits in the books often represent the habits of the public during that period."
Yan Cheng: "How many years have you been reading on the bedside?"
Zhong Jiuyin: "I think about it, it seems that I wrote about 2009 years?"
Yan Cheng: "You also know that it was 2009. It should be expired if you buy a bottle of water and put it in. Do you think your bedside reading material has expired?"
Before I could write about the two of them being together, I began to imagine the climax of a slightly abusive orgasm.
I really want to write the finale in the blink of an eye (toss and turns)