When Duan Congyan came downstairs, Meng Zezhi happened to be coming out of the kitchen.
He put the hot clay pot on the table and looked back at him: "Wake up, are you feeling better?"
"Why, Uncle Duan is not feeling well?" Xie Bowen greeted quickly.
"Much better." Duan Congyan paused and said, "Thank you for your care last night."
Meng Zezhi didn't take it seriously, and said casually: "It's just a little effort, by the way, I made barley yam porridge, you can drink it."
Barley yam porridge is the most invigorating spleen and stomach.
"Okay." Duan Congyan replied lightly, but he couldn't help thinking of the warm water bag that he held all night.
Xie Bowen, who was ignored by no one, blinked, always feeling that something was not the same as before.
After breakfast, according to his predecessor's habit, Meng Zezhi made himself a cup of Maojian, then took the newspaper on the coffee table, shook it open and read it.
Into the eye is a photo that occupies more than half of the page.
"The actor Zheng Bingren was too tired to film and fainted on the set, and experienced the feeling of death."
"Who?" Xie Bowen raised his head with half a fritter in his mouth.
"Zheng Bingren." Meng Zezhi replied casually, staring at Zheng Bingren, whose face was thin and his eyes were sunken in the photo.
Forcibly swallowing what was in his mouth, Xie Bowen threw down his chopsticks and surrounded him.
I only saw that the newspaper read: "The Beijing Times reported on November 23 that yesterday afternoon, actor Zheng Bingren suddenly fainted during the filming of the movie "gallop" and was rushed to a nearby hospital for treatment. The on-site staff said that his fainting may be caused by Because old wounds have not healed, coupled with lack of sleep, the body has reached its limit… ”
"Zheng Bingren, Zheng Bingren?"
Meng Zezhi repeated the name repeatedly, and then showed an expression of sudden realization.
He remembered, isn't this the first victim of Li Wenhuan (Old Ghost) after entanglement with Wan Zihuai!
It was not long after Wan Zihuai's rebirth. At that time, the popular IP drama "Gong Lue" was recruiting actors. Wan Zihuai's agent asked his grandfather to tell his grandmother to get him a fifth male interview qualification. .
According to the routine of the general entertainment industry, after the protagonist is reborn, he will inevitably meet a director who has a bad temper but is extremely talented.
Wan Zihuai is no exception.
Because of his excellent performance in the audition, the director defied all opinions and chose Wan Zihuai to play the third male lead.
At that time, the hero of the play was Zheng Bingren. After being in contact with Wan Zihuai for a long time, he was surprised by the talent and hard work of the other party, and gradually developed a good impression of Wan Zihuai.
- Of course, the overbearing boss Li Wenhuan was jealous.
His means of revenge were simple and rude. When Zheng Bingren was filming, he broke the Weiya hanging from Zheng Bingren's body.
Jung Byung-in, who fell from a two-story building, unfortunately broke his right leg and was forced to withdraw from the production.
Counting the days, that is, he was discharged from the hospital at the beginning of this month.
For the spectators, this may be a sweet love story of all-you-can-eat dog food, but for the parties involved, this is the case.
"It's good to be fine, it's good to be fine." Seeing this, Xie Bowen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Zheng Bingren is one of his few friends in the circle.
"I remember you and Zheng Bingren have a good relationship." Meng Zezhi looked up at Xie Bowen.
"Well." Xie Bowen came back to his senses and nodded.
"I want to meet him."
"what?"
"He's dying." Meng Zezhi put down the newspaper in his hand, frowned slightly, and said lightly.
…
When Meng Zezhi arrived at the hospital, Zheng Bingren had just sent away the crew members who came to visit him.
Seeing Xie Bowen, Zheng Bingren's eyes lit up and he said in surprise, "Aren't you in the United States, when did you come back?"
"It was yesterday." Xie Bowen handed the fruit basket in his hand to Zheng Bingren's assistant and asked, "How is your health?"
"It's not a big problem anymore." After speaking, a sense of tiredness hit his heart, Zheng Bingren covered his mouth and yawned, barely regaining his strength, and continued: "The doctor suggested a few more days of rest, and I also have this plan. "
Hearing this, Xie Bowen looked at Meng Zezhi hesitantly.
Compared with his father's words, he is more willing to trust the doctor's judgment.
Noticing Xie Bowen's gaze, Zheng Bingren followed: "Who is this?"
Judging from the appearance, it should be a relative of Xie Bowen, Zheng Bingren thought.
"This is my dad." Xie Bowen said.
"Uncle Xie?" Zheng Bingren looked stunned.
Zheng Bingren had met Xie Guangsheng, and had heard of Xie Guangsheng's "deeds of glory". As a friend of Xie Bowen, he was not good at making irresponsible remarks about Xie Guangsheng. Therefore, for Xie Guangsheng, the only thing that impressed Zheng Bingren was his face. He didn't look old at all. People in their four-year-olds looked similar to those in their twenties. When he and Xie Bowen walked down the road together, people who didn't know them would probably think that the two were brothers rather than father and son.
Almost out of his mouth, Zheng Bingren said, "Uncle Xie, how, how do you look—"
With a swipe, Meng Zezhi unfolded the fan in his hand and shook it repeatedly: "A few days ago, I had a fight with a Specter. Although I was lucky to win, I injured a thousand enemies and lost 800 to myself..."
"So that's how it is." Zheng Bingren looked embarrassed, thinking that Meng Zezhi was bragging again, and he looked at Xie Bowen subconsciously.
Xie Bowen's face was slightly red, and he felt more and more that it was not a wise move to bring Meng Zezhi here. Thinking of this, he reached out and pulled Meng Zezhi's shirt slightly.
Meng Zezhi didn't hear anything, he turned his voice and asked, "Have you been feeling dizzy and lacking in energy recently?"
Zheng Bingren barely kept up with Meng Zezhi's jumping thinking, and replied subconsciously, "That's right."
His assistant was new and didn't know Meng Zezhi very well. The person was brought by Xie Bowen. Hearing Meng Zezhi's words, he was immediately awe-inspiring, and when the topic was brought up to Xie Bowen, he immediately thought of the question. The crux of the matter, he exclaimed: "Could it be that Mr. Zheng is hitting a ghost?"
"Almost." Then Meng Zezhi stopped talking, just put away the fan, and clapped his palms for a while.
Zheng Bingren's complexion changed slightly, and he was suspicious.
He has been in a really bad state recently. In addition to the injury he had sustained for two months, he had a lot of backlog, so he was busy with his feet when he came back. He always thought that it was because he was getting older and his body was not as good as before.
The assistant was obviously someone who had seen the world. Seeing Meng Zezhi's appearance, he immediately moved a chair over and said respectfully, "Please take a seat."
Made another cup of hot tea and sent it over: "Please use tea."
Meng Zezhi took it without any psychological pressure, and he took the tea and sipped it unhurriedly.
Xie Bowen knew that his dad was going to pretend (pretend) again.
But who let the victim be his friend, he could only brutally demolish his father's stage.
He hurriedly said, "Dad, it's about this time, so don't give up."
Hearing this, Zheng Bingren immediately corrected his attitude, in case what Meng Zezhi said was true.
He immediately said, "Uncle Xie, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just that I've never encountered such a thing before... You don't remember the villain, please forgive me!"
Meng Zezhi snorted softly, and both his expression and style were the same as his predecessor.
He asked, "Is there a mirror?"
"There are toilets." Zheng Bingren replied.
"It's inconvenient," Meng Zezhi said.
Zheng Bingren turned to look at the assistant.
The assistant said immediately, "I'll go buy it now."
With that, he grabbed his wallet and walked out of the ward quickly.
Taking advantage of the gap, Meng Zezhi laid out the things he brought with him one by one.
Liquor, yellow talisman, black cloth...
Seeing this scene, Xie Bowen and Zheng Bingren looked at each other, unable to figure out what Meng Zezhi was selling.
Ten minutes later, the assistant finally came back: "Here, Master Xie, the mirror."
Meng Zezhi took the mirror, wrapped it in black cloth, and gave it back to the assistant: "You take it."
Then he took a small bowl, poured a small half bowl of white wine into it, grabbed a yellow talisman, shook it lightly, and the yellow talisman ignited without fire.
Seeing this scene, the three of them widened their eyes in unison.
Meng Zezhi threw the lit yellow talisman into the small bowl, only to hear a thorn, the fire on the yellow talisman disappeared, but the liquor in the bowl tumbled violently.
After about half a minute, the small bowl returned to calm, but the liquor in the bowl turned into a black paste with a strange smell.
Xie Bowen covered his mouth and nose like a conditioned reflex.
Meng Zezhi handed the small bowl to Xie Bowen, and only said: "I said, you may not believe it, so let you see it for yourself, and drink it."
He took the small bowl and looked at the contents of the bowl. Blue veins appeared on Zheng Bingren's forehead. He gritted his teeth, pinched his nose, took the bowl, raised his head and drank it.
As soon as the thing was eaten, a strong feeling of nausea flooded into my heart.
"Don't vomit, it's not easy for me to draw a talisman." Meng Zezhi said.
Zheng Bingren covered his mouth subconsciously, his facial features twisted into a ball.
Immediately after, Meng Zezhi took out a small glass bottle, poured some cow's tears in the palm of his hand, and wiped it on Zheng Bingren's eyelids with his fingers.
"Okay." Meng Zezhi stretched out his hand to summon his assistant, and asked him to stand in front of Zheng Bingren holding a mirror: "Look at it."
Zheng Bingren opened his eyes when he heard the words, and his expression changed immediately.
"What did you see?" Meng Zezhi asked.
Zheng Bingren looked shocked, and stared at the mirror tightly: "I saw a mass of white light surrounding me, and there was a cyclone above my head, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, after a few seconds, there would be a cyclone on my body. White light the size of a thin line disappears along the cyclone... This cyclone is a bit like, like... "
"Like a funnel," Meng Zezhi said.
"Yes, yes, yes," Zheng Bingren said repeatedly.
Hearing the conversation between the two, the assistant lowered his head subconsciously and saw nothing but the black cloth covering the mirror.
His eyes narrowed slightly, surprise beyond words.
"That white light is your anger," Meng Zezhi said.
Zheng Bingren didn't feel disgusted anymore, he had a flash of inspiration: "Then what would happen if the white light on my body, no, all my anger leaked out?"
Meng Zezhi smiled slightly: "Guess!"
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