Chapter 148 A hundred years ago [05] Jiang Ke took the initiative to act as a substitute
There were many people in the yard, including actors and staff.
Hearing the sound of the heavy object falling to the ground, everyone's attention was attracted. After that, everyone's expressions became more exciting.
The person who fell to the ground was the screenwriter, Cao Xinsheng.
"Editor Cao, are you okay?"
Someone immediately gathered around him.
Cao Xinsheng was thrown out for no reason and became furious. But before his anger could be vented, he saw many people surrounding him, and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
Cao Xinsheng held back his anger and looked behind the wooden pillar.
I saw a young man grabbing the girl's wrist and dragging her away.
Cao Xinsheng remembered the young man's appearance and dress.
"It's okay, I accidentally fell."
Facing the inquiries from the group of people around him, Cao Xinsheng said quickly.
Everyone knows the unspoken rules.
However, once the matter of teasing a girl and being beaten was made public, he would just make it a joke.
It’s hard to say much.
With the help of someone, Cao Xinsheng took a step forward, and immediately felt a sharp pain in his waist. He raised his hands to support his waist, and couldn't help but let out two ouch, his expression distorted.
Oh shit.
Cao Xinsheng cursed in his heart.
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the other side.
Jiang Ke dragged Mo Qing to a corner, his face expressionless, and his eyebrows were filled with anger.
"Aren't you usually very capable, how could you be taken advantage of by such a coward?" Jiang Ke asked coldly.
Mo Qing didn't reply. He only glanced at the wrist he held and said softly: "Let go."
Hearing the sound, Jiang Ke's hand not only did not let go, but instead tightened his grip.
Mo Qing did not break away.
She paused, as if it didn't exist, and looked at Jiang Ke in front of her: "Why are you here?"
Jiang Ke changed his clothes, wearing long clothes and long trousers, more casual, and wore a peaked cap. He was clean and eye-catching, and there was no trace of "trash picking up" at all.
Jiang Ke's eyebrows were still gloomy: "Delivery."
"Is there anything else to eat?" Mo Qing happened to be hungry.
"..."
Jiang Ke, who was originally full of displeasure, was choked up by such a nonsensical question. For a moment, he had no choice but to suppress his unhappiness and irritability.
Five minutes later.
Mo Qing was sitting in the small broken van that Jiang Ke used to deliver food, holding a box lunch in his hand.
Three dishes, fried pork with green pepper, cabbage and shredded potatoes.
The taste is very average.
As soon as they talked, Jiang Ke sat on the driver's seat and handed over an unscrewed bottle of water: "Here."
His mood obviously didn't improve.
Mo Qing took the water and when he saw Jiang Ke slamming the car door, he stuffed a cigarette into his mouth without any intention of eating.
She asked: "You don't have anything to eat?"
Giving her a sideways glance, Jiang Ke said, "It's in your hands."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Ke pressed the lighter and lit the cigarette. At the same time, all the windows in the car were lowered, and the humid air blew in, blowing away the smell of smoke.
Mo Qing understood.
The crew ordered takeout based on head count. Mo Qing didn't work on the crew and forgot to include her, so she didn't get the free lunch.
Jiang Ke delivers a takeaway. In addition to earning some money for running errands, he also gets a meal.
Now I'm attracted to Mo Qing.
Mo Qing looked down at the lunch box in his hand and said, "I'll leave half of it for you."
"No need." Jiang Ke's tone was a little cold.
He held the cigarette between his fingers and rested his elbow on the car door. A wisp of white smoke was blown away but did not blow into the car.
Mo Qing took a sip of food, swallowed it, and chatted with him: "Are you short of money too?"
"also?"
Jiang Ke noticed her choice of words.
Thinking of the bank card balance, Mo Qing avoided answering directly and asked: "Then you want to get close to the crew?"
Jiang Ke paused slightly and nodded: "Yeah."
Mo Qing asked with great interest: "Who is the target?"
There was no concealment, Jiang carved every word: "Cao Xinsheng."
Mo Qing was confused: "Who?"
I don’t know who it is, but someone took advantage of me?
"Take a look at your business card." Jiang Ke reminded in an unhappy tone.
His tone is really not good.
However, after Mo Qing took out the business card given to her by the screenwriter from her pocket, she understood.
Screenwriter: Cao Xinsheng.
"Oh." Mo Qing figured it out, "You came here for Cao Xinsheng from the beginning. Why?"
"Why?" His eyes fell on Jiang Ke outside the window. Hearing the sound, he suddenly turned his head over, his eyes a bit sharp, "You can't guess?"
Guessed it.
Mo Qing did not answer, but lowered his head to eat.
Jiang Ke wanted to know the story between her and Jiang Yan.
Since the screenwriter is based on their story, he is naturally the one closest to the truth.
However, their intentions to find Cao Xinsheng were not consistent, but their goals were the same.
While Mo Qing was eating, Jiang Yan finished smoking a cigarette.
After finishing the last bite, Mo Qing inserted his chopsticks into the middle of the lunch box and wanted to get out of the car and leave. But at the same time, Jiang Ke threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, closed the car window, and locked the door.
Mo Qing tilted his head and glanced at him.
In an instant, the situation changed, and huge raindrops hit the car window, spreading out drop by drop, washing away the dust and stains on the car, leaving a meandering curtain of water on the car glass.
"It's raining," Jiang Ke said.
The deep voice may be slightly hoarse due to smoking, but it is more magnetic.
Afterwards, he met Mo Qing's gaze and said, "Let's go after the rain calms down a bit."
The van parked five meters away from the gate of the house.
As long as Mo Qing thinks about it, he can be there in two seconds.
However, Mo Qing did not move, but said "hmm" and continued to sit in the passenger seat.
Waiting for the sudden heavy rain to pass.
The sound of rain outside was somewhat blocked by the car window, and the sound of rain seemed to come from afar. It was muffled, dense but not harsh, and instead enhanced the tranquility inside the car.
They were quiet, no one spoke.
Although they are obviously very close to each other, they seem to be in two different worlds.
Time passed little by little.
a long time.
Jiang Ke finally spoke: "Mo Qing."
"Um."
"Is there a big gap between me and him?"
Mo Qing looked forward, looking at the street in the heavy rain, and said in a calm voice: "I don't know, I can't see clearly."
Jiang Ke smiled, but the smile was very light: "It's because I can't see through it, or I still don't understand it."
After a moment of silence, Mo Qing spoke again: "Actually, you are very similar to him."
"Where does it look like?"
"Behavioral habits."
"Like I was given a recipe?"
"No." Mo Qing shook his head, "I believe the recipes are arranged, and in a way that neither of us is aware of. But the recipes are all what I like to eat."
Jiang Ke was startled: "Jiang Yan doesn't like it?"
Mo Qing shrugged: "I don't know, I haven't paid attention to this."
"..."
"I can't see through him either. He has always followed my advice when it comes to diet."
Moreover, she made it a habit.
I don’t know since when, whenever the two of them eat together, Jiang Yan will always follow her taste.
And she never paid attention to Jiang Yan's preferences.
Perhaps it was the special environment of the small town, or perhaps it was the heavy rain, that Mo Qing no longer kept silent about the past with Jiang Yan.
Mo Qing continued: "He can also pretend."
"Same as you." Mo Qing tilted his head and looked at Jiang Ke, "In front of his subordinates, he will always look meticulous and omnipotent, because at the moment of life and death, he must become their belief."
After a long pause, Mo Qing's voice lowered: "But he's not like that in private."
Jiang Ke asked: "How?"
"..."
Vulnerable and lonely.
Only she has seen it.
That man had been pretending all his life and became the God of War in everyone's eyes.
But if you peel off that layer of skin, he is actually very ordinary.
only--
Even she is rare.
She had also thought about what his life would be like in a peaceful and prosperous age.
After a long time, Mo Qing said: "I want to know too."
Jiang Ke was shocked and said nothing.
Knowing that he couldn't ask any more questions, Mo Qing slowly exhaled, calmed down his messy emotions, and didn't ask any more questions.
A few more minutes passed.
The rain gradually became lighter.
"Let's go first," Mo Qing said.
Jiang Ke suddenly said: "Give me your business card."
Mo Qing was confused for a moment: "What?"
Jiang Ke's eyes fell on her pocket.
Mo Qing took out Cao Xinsheng's business card from his pocket.
The business card has become wrinkled.
Jiang Ke glanced at the center armrest.
——He feels dirty.
Strangely, Mo Qing guessed Jiang Ke's thoughts, twitched his lips slightly, and threw the business card on the central armrest.
Jiang Ke said: "I'll make an appointment with you when we go out tonight."
Mo Qing was suspicious: "How did you know I was taking action?"
Jiang Ke replied: "Because we have the same purpose."
"..."
That seems to be the meaning.
The two of them tacitly agreed not to mention the matter just now.
Then, Jiang Ke unlocked the door, Mo Qing opened the car door, and returned to the dilapidated house.
Jiang Ke watched her enter the door and then drove away.
At this time, the mobile phone rang.
It's an unknown number.
This is a brand new number, and only the restaurant owner knows it.
Jiang Ke hesitated and accepted.
"Little brother, I'm the stage manager Du. I just met him on the set. Do you have any impressions?"
Jiang Ke thought of that serious face with the Chinese character for it.
Then, he replied: "Yes."
"Well, we have something to ask you for help."
"you say."
"Something happened to the male lead in our crew and we need a substitute. My little brother, your body shape and temperament are similar to his, so I wanted to ask if you are free?"
Jiang Ke touched his back molar with the tip of his tongue and suddenly smiled.
