At night, there was no one at the door of the house. Jiang Yimang turned around the front and back of the yard to make sure that no one was there, and jumped into the house: "Okay, brother can continue to paint in the yard."
Yi Hui glanced at her, and she realized what she had said, scratched her head in embarrassment, and said, "Last year, he used to wander around the door a lot, and then I started helping him with gifts, and he left... I swear , I will never help him again in the future!"
Yi Hui could actually guess that this was the case, otherwise he couldn't explain why every gift was what he needed, and it just hit his heart.
After accepting Jiang Yimang's apology and oath, everything was settled, but Yi Hui did not feel relieved. In the middle of the night, he tossed and tossed in bed, facing the window and looking at the courtyard wall under the street lamp. Whether he opened his eyes or closed his eyes, the figure that was hovering under the wall was always in front of his eyes.
For a while, he stood with his arms crossed against the wall, and for a while he slowly squatted down with his head down.
His shoulders were slumped and his body was exhausted. If he looked closer, his face might be the same as the one he saw in the daytime, withered and dull pupils. Those high spirits surrounded by flowers and applause seemed to evaporate with the wind and disappeared completely.
The next morning, the headline on Weibo read "Zhou Jinheng returned to the crew late at night suspected of breach of contract", but Yi Hui didn't really feel that he was gone.
He often hits the headlines, and maybe it's a gimmick to build momentum for the movie. Yi Hui swiped over the news, cut to the notification interface, and instinctively wanted to click on a certain dialog box. After scanning around and not finding it, he realized that this time was different. Then he lowered his eyes and exited Weibo at a loss, pressing the button. screen off.
Habits infiltrate life silently and inadvertently fill every inch of space around them. But since it can be cultivated, it must also be changed, it only takes time.
Under the guidance of this idea, Yi Hui was busy again. The only thing he had to think about every day was how to fill the time gap with other trivial things in life, so that he was so busy that he couldn't remember anything, and no one could invade his dreams.
It doesn't seem easy, but it's really not that difficult. After all, whether you have Jitai comes or not, disasters will not come singly. Especially Jiang Xuemei fainted and was hospitalized due to a sudden heart attack. After a hasty rescue, the patient's vitality was severely damaged. Yi Hui had to rush the manuscript and went to the hospital to take care of her mother. Sleeping time is crowded out.
Jiang's ancestors have no history of heart disease. The doctor said that Jiang Xuemei's sudden symptoms were caused by excessive sadness and hard work.
That day, she fainted in the studio, still holding the painting of the Jiang family courtyard left by Jiang Yihui tightly in her hand. Yi Hui knew that as a mother, it would not be so easy for her to pass the test in her heart, even if she didn't say anything. She did not reveal that she still misses her own dead son.
Because of this, the more Yi Hui took care of her without complaint, the more unhappy Jiang Xuemei felt.
Jiang Yimang went to school that day, Yi Hui came to the hospital with a laptop and a tablet to watch the night while rushing drafts, Jiang Xuemei woke up and found him dozing off with his head against the wall, raised his hand to touch his hair, and said weakly, "Go back to sleep, mother. fine."
Yi Hui propped up his head, rubbed his eyes, and said, "I'll just squint for a while, and I'll be rushing drafts all night today."
The middle-aged woman on the next bed looked envious, and said to her husband next to her, "It's also my own, look at his son, and then look at our family, it's really incomparable."
There was a smile on Jiang Xuemei's pale face, and she took Yi Hui's hand, with tears in her eyes: "Mom really feels better, let's not stay here, let's go home and paint after leaving the hospital."
In order to appease their children, parents always ignore or lighten their physical discomfort. Yi Hui has experience in this, so he did not listen to Jiang Xuemei, and arranged for her a full-body examination before leaving the hospital.
This investigation revealed other faults. During the MRI, it was found that there were shadows in the lungs. After further special examinations, when he received the test sheet confirming the presence of tumors in the lungs, Yi Hui's head buzzed, as if something heavy fell.
His mother died of cancer in his last life, and the word tumor was like a boulder falling from the sky, so heavy that he could barely stand it.
The doctor reassured: "It is early to find out, there is no disease, and timely surgical resection may be able to get a good control."
Yi Hui was no longer the ignorant fool he used to be, and immediately asked about the treatment plan and the cost.
"If you have medical insurance, the cost of the operation will be fine." The doctor told him truthfully, making him mentally prepared, "However, the cost of later treatment and nursing care is a problem, and you must be hospitalized for a long time after the operation... Is your family the only parent of patient Jiang Xuemei? "
At the same time, in the capital, Zhou Jinheng came out of the hospital.
There was a group of reporters who came to hear the wind around the door. I didn't know where to know the news of his disfigurement. You hurriedly asked questions every word, and you could not wait to slap him in the face with long guns and short guns.
Fortunately, he wore a mask before going out. Zhou Jinheng got into the car under the protection of Xiao Lin. During the journey from the hospital to the car, which was exposed on camera, he did not say a word, and did not answer a question.
The car started, and Xiaolin asked him where he was going next. Zhou Jinheng took off his mask, raised his hand and touched the wound that had just been applied with disinfectant, and said, "The crew."
"You're in this state..." Xiaolin wondered, "Why don't you go to a medical and aesthetic institution for consultation first, maybe you can recover with some medicine."
Zhou Jinheng picked up his mobile phone and took a look in the mirror. Although the skin tissue was injured, he thought it was not serious, and it would be fine when the scar disappeared.
The haggardness after the illness can be seen at a glance. A few days ago, he had to go back to the capital because of his work. He thought he could hold on, but he was almost carried away when he got off the plane. After that, he lay in bed unconscious and had a fever for a few days. Today, he has the strength to climb Get up and deal with the business, and stop by the hospital to see the injury on your face.
When I put down my phone, I accidentally turned on the screen, and when I saw a smiling person on the lock screen wallpaper, the face in the black and white photo suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.
He closed his eyes, suppressed the raging hallucination, sighed softly, and said, "I'd better go to the crew."
Zhou Jinheng was filming a fantasy drama recently. The company picked him up for him when he was busy working. The pay was high and the script was bad. If it wasn't for the early signing of the contract, he would have stopped acting because of his character. .
When he arrived at the crew, the director was sleeping in the lounge with the air conditioner on. He was a little irritable when he was woken up. He said, "Who am I supposed to be, our actor is back."
Zhou Jinheng is a veritable celebrity in the entire crew. During the filming period, he did not communicate with anyone except work, and he did not participate in the crew dinner. He did his own thing and walked right, but he left a arrogant impression on the crew that he looked down on others.
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, especially when standing in a high-profile position. Once misunderstandings and quarrels arise, no matter how well you do your job, it is inevitable that you will fall into the limelight and be criticized by those who have long envied and hated him.
So Zhou Jinheng's leave of absence without authorization formed the fuse. The bad-tempered middle-aged director nagged for a long time about his unruly behavior. Seeing that Zhou Jinheng didn't reply, he just sat there silently flipping the script. His face said: "It is also written in the contract to ensure that the image is proper during the shooting. Zhou Yingdi is still too young to know how to write the words 'contract spirit'."
In fact, the injury can be covered with foundation concealer. No matter how bad it is, there will be a later stage. It is not a serious problem that is difficult to overcome. Two days ago, Zhou Jinheng had asked Xiaolin to take the initiative to report the incident, promising to compensate the crew for the delay and possible extra working hours.
It is said that this matter has already been negotiated, and there is no need to spend any more words. The director came here just because Zhou Jinheng didn't dare to break the contract and used the topic to play the role, and tried to frustrate his spirit with the pretense of a senior.
However, Zhou Jinheng has been in the circle for four years. Although he has suffered a lot of somersaults, his original temper has not been tempered at all. Not saying anything is the last concession he made out of respect. He continued to read the script and said bluntly: "It won't affect the shooting."
"You said it doesn't affect it?" The director couldn't stand his casual attitude, and took advantage of the topic, "Hmph, young actors today treat acting as a family, a tool to make money, and they don't follow the rules and respect the rules. The fruits of other people's labor don't even have a basic sense of responsibility, if it weren't for your face..."
Halfway through the words, only to hear a "pop", Zhou Jinheng patted the script on the table, stood up, and walked towards the door with his feet raised.
The director was in a hurry: "The shooting will start soon, where are you going?"
Zhou Jinheng stepped on the door. After thinking about it, he stopped, and said coldly, "I won't shoot anymore. My face is gone, what else can I shoot?"
The director's eyes widened: "You, you are breaching the contract!"
"After the breach of contract fee is calculated, tell my agent." Zhou Jinheng turned his head and looked at him without a smile, "The young actors these days show their sense of responsibility in this way."
He didn't want to make this shitty film at all, but he felt comfortable after solving the incident at his own expense. He rarely showed a bad face to the reporters who were squatting at the airport, and answered a few questions casually.
After getting off the plane, I just got on the bus and received a call from my agent: "You call Director Li a third-rate director?"
"I didn't scold." Zhou Jinheng said, "Just stating the facts."
At the other end, the agent was so angry that his head was smoking: "How many times have I told you to restrain yourself in front of people, shut the door and scold you casually. This film is a grievance, but you have been in this circle for so long. , not to…”
"Isn't that true?" Zhou Jinheng said amid the swaying of the bus, "I just don't want to take pictures. I'll pay the liquidated damages, and I'll take the responsibility. Who's interests are harmed?"
The other end of the phone was speechless for a while, and asked where he was now. I heard that he had left City S early, and the agent said helplessly: "What's the matter? The face is not good... If you give up on such a high salary, you will give up. Now you don't even care about your external reputation?"
After the breach of contract is resolved with money, no matter how well the confidentiality work is done, there will inevitably be a series of chain reactions in the follow-up, and the media fermentation alone is enough to keep the PR department busy for a while.
For what
For a moment, Zhou Jinheng himself was very confused.
He didn't know what he was doing here again. He just suddenly got free and bought a ticket.
It may be a conditioned reflex, or it may be a habit, he is like a lonely soul outside the real world, and when the plane rises high in the sky, he suddenly regains a little consciousness and remembers where he is going.
I still want to see him, only when I see him can my heart find a moment of peace.
no matter who he is.
When we arrived in the town, the sun had just set, and the lights in Jiang's yard were on, but the kitchen window was pitch black.
I didn't see anyone at night. Usually Yi Hui came out to throw garbage, but Jiang Yimang came out to throw it out tonight. She was very cautious. She didn't forget to lock the iron gate before leaving at a distance of more than ten meters. When she turned back after throwing out the garbage, the beam of the flashlight slammed into one face, and she almost cried out in fright.
After confirming that it was Zhou Jinheng, he regained his composure and walked away from him with a stern face, pretending not to know him.
Zhou Jinheng caught up with her: "Where's your brother?"
Jiang Yimang ignored it.
Zhou Jinheng quickened his pace and stopped in front of her: "Where did he go?"
Jiang Yimang was helpless, bit his lip and said, "I said that my brother is not the person you are looking for, why are you still here?"
Zhou Jinheng ignored the first half of the sentence: "I came to see him, where did he go?"
Jiang Yimang looked at him like he was looking at a lunatic, and with the scar on his face hidden in the shadows, the more he looked at him, the more frightening he became, followed by an indescribable sadness.
After all, she was someone she once liked. She removed the light of the flashlight, stalked her neck and said, "Where did he go, why should I tell you."
The silence lasted for a few seconds, and Zhou Jinheng's voice became even deeper: "Is he hiding from me?"
"Yeah, just to hide from you." Jiang Yimang said hurriedly when he found a breakthrough, "He moved away and won't come back. Don't come here to find him again."
For fear of not being convincing enough, Jiang Yimang glared at Zhou Jinheng with round eyes and a fierce look: "He hates you and doesn't want to see you again, so he left and will never come back!"
The author has something to say: the estimation is wrong, and the next chapter starts to be bloody.