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Jing Zheng is getting older, and his sleep is not as stable as when he was young. She woke up due to the sound of pushing the door. When she saw Chi Ying coming back, she waved her hand and motioned her daughter to go to the corridor to talk.
Chi Ying's footsteps stopped at the door.
Jing Zheng walked out, his eyebrows furrowed, and his tone was stern and worried: "Ah Ying, what's the matter with you?"
Chi Ying pretended to be relaxed and shook her head: "I'm fine."
Jing Zheng exposed her prevarication: "Your brother said someone bullied you."
"But he rescued him in time." Chi Ying avoided the important and took the easy, and smiled with her eyes bent.
"It's not because I know the address of your dinner party and told him as early as possible."
So that's it. "Thank you, Mom."
"Be careful when you go out from now on. Don't drink alcohol. If you need anything, call home." Jing Zheng told her distressedly, "Go and stay with Chengcheng."
"Yeah, okay." Chi Ying nodded, and Jing Zheng went to the next room holding the pillow.
Chi Ying sent a text message to Yue Zhuo that she had arrived safely, then took a shower, put on a short-sleeved nightgown, and lay down next to Chi Cheng.
Chi Cheng's whole body was embedded in the quilt, and even his breath smelled like milk.
He seemed to feel his mother's presence. He turned over lazily in his sleep, and put his short legs unceremoniously around her waist.
After a while, his head was put into her arms, and the fine hair was covered with the fragrance of children's shampoo.
Chi Ying looked at his sleeping face quietly.
Chi Cheng's eyelashes were very long and trembling, casting a faint shadow under the dim night light.
Deep eyebrows, small and straight nose bridge, thin lips
He was the kind of beautiful child she loved most in her previous life.
But he is really similar to Lu Jingyan.
Chi Ying was stunned for a moment when this idea suddenly appeared, and she remembered the gold-gilt business card.
She didn't know why Lu Jingyan invited her to Ou Shi. He may have a vague impression of her
She didn't think she would go.
Signing the contract will inevitably expose Chi Cheng's existence, and Chi Cheng is the life she really wants to protect.
He's still so little.
Chi Ying kissed Chi Cheng's cheek, and the little guy squeaked, and his soft little arms wrapped around her body.
She has family in this world.
This made her heart soft, yet extremely strong.
Ever since Chi Ying was picked up by the bodyguards, Yue Zhuo couldn't help but speculate about her life background.
Chi Ying's surname is Chi, which is a rare surname. Could it be that the Chi family was leaning against a clock? But he had never heard that the Chi family had such a beautiful daughter.
Yue Zhuo then thought about it and realized that the salary of bodyguards was similar to that in ordinary industries, and not only big families could afford to hire them.
"Ah" Yue Zhuo scratched his hair in confusion and forced himself to stop guessing. In short, Chi Ying asked him not to tell anyone about the bodyguard, so he just obeyed.
After Yue Zhuo received Chi Ying's text message, he sent a message to Moments:
The beauty of the film academy is indeed well-deserved~~~~I won’t tell you our WeChat ID
Attached is a photo of him and Chi Ying.
The girl in the photo kept a distance from him and smiled reservedly.
She didn't look distant, because she made a friendly scissor-hand gesture, and her black hair hung down on her shoulders, looking a bit pure and cute.
Yue Zhuo watched with satisfaction as the number of likes and comments increased, and his vanity seemed to be greatly satisfied.
He felt a little carried away and clicked into Lu Jingyan's dialog box as soon as his mind got excited.
Yue Zhuo and Lu Jingyan have been friends for many years, and can even be ranked at the top of Lu Jingyan's friend list in terms of intimacy. But unless there is something particularly important, Yue Zhuo usually won't disturb him.
Lu Jingyan is a very busy man. He doesn't want to be the heir to a family business, he just wants to enjoy himself and live happily.
For example, at this moment, Yue Zhuo really wanted to know what happened in the bathroom that made Mr. Cheng so embarrassed. He had been dissatisfied with Cheng Huan for a long time and invited him to give him face.
Yue Zhuo hesitated in the message box for a while, thinking about how to speak so as not to be beaten to pieces by the cold-faced CEO.
After thinking about it, the words "Lu Jingyan" suddenly became "typing in".
Yue Zhuo was shocked.
After a moment, the phone vibrated: "Send me Chi Ying's WeChat ID."
Long nights and many dreams.
In the thick darkness of night, Lu Jingyan suddenly woke up. The overwhelming heart palpitations surged like a tidal wave, making his heavy breathing painful.
Cold sweat wetted the black hair on his forehead and soaked through his thin shirt.
He propped himself up and sat up. His eyes were completely dark, and large beads of sweat snaked down along his delicate outline.
The moonlight slantedly reflected his pale face, handsome but embarrassed.
He had been searching for the vague outline for four years, and for the first time he had the most realistic appearance in a dream.
The fragments of the dream are dripping with blood, unbearable to look at, and heartbreaking.
Chi Ying couldn't sleep well either. She dreamed about her previous life.
The crew went to the mountains to shoot scenes, and her companions were chattering along the way, so she listened silently.
"Hey, it seems like a fortune teller. I told you that these people are all charlatans, but don't be fooled."
"Of course I know. It's just that the weather is so cold and there are not many tourists. It's difficult to do one business in a day, and it's not easy for the elderly."
She was touched in her heart and looked to the side of the mountain path.
There was an old man sitting cross-legged on the side of the road, his face covered with furrows and his temples white with frost. He closed his eyes tightly and rubbed a string of rosary beads with his fingertips.
Surrounded by a deep ancient locust forest, it was extremely cold.
As they passed him, the voices of his companions gradually became lowered.
Until Chi Ying walked past him.
The old man suddenly opened his eyes and handed her a crumpled book.
The cover of the book has been peeled off, and the pages are yellowed and full of traces of time.
Chi Ying was confused and tugged at the corner of her mouth that was stiff from the cold: "Old sir, what are you doing?"
When she hesitated to accept it, the old man put the book into her hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Take it."
Before he finished speaking, he closed his eyes again, just like before, refusing to disturb strangers and refusing to speak to her.
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sp; Chi Ying was stunned and prepared to stuff the book into her bag.
An actress in the crew came over curiously: "Aying, what did he give you?"
Chi Ying waved the book in her hand: "Here, it seems to be a book."
"You know each other"
Chi Ying shook her head.
"That's right, how could you possibly know each other?" The actress patted her head, "Open the book and read it."
She took it from Chi Ying without saying a word, flipped through a few pages, and couldn't help laughing: "It's a novel by a boss, haha, this is really funny."
Amid the actress's laughter, Chi Ying's heart palpitated and she gradually woke up. The corners of his eyes were actually a little moist.
She knew that she was dreaming about her previous life, when she followed the crew to the scenic spot for filming.
Later, the TV series was broadcast on Stars, and she played the second female lead in the TV series. Her popularity soared, and her Weibo fans reached nearly five million.
That was the first time she came to prominence, and many directors offered her an olive branch.
Just when she was closest to her dream, she suddenly lost weight, never got sick again, and was diagnosed with late-stage breast cancer.
In her previous life, she had no father or mother, and grew up cuddling with her grandmother. However, her grandmother passed away due to illness in her sophomore year.
Although there was no one in that world that she was particularly fond of, she still regretted that her life was too short and she had not filmed enough movies or seen enough scenery.
Chi Ying still remembers the temperature of the tears that fell from the corner of her eyes when the electrocardiogram turned into a straight line.
Fortunately she is not dead.
The world she entered was the book the fortune teller gave her.
As for why she will have a next life, and why the fortune teller can successfully predict her future, she will not think about such mysterious and mysterious ultimate propositions, because she cannot understand them.
She just wants to take things as they come and live well.
When Chi Ying woke up from her dream, the housekeeper knocked on the door.
There was uncontrollable joy in his vicissitudes of voice: "Miss, the young master is back."
After forcing herself to swallow them like glass, she was enlightened.
She is not playing a character, but herself.
Chi Ying still remembers that when she was a child, she went to the city to participate in a competition on behalf of her kindergarten drama troupe, playing the role of a little girl who lived on the streets, was hungry and cold.
At a young age, she was still ignorant. She usually liked to listen to her grandma telling fairy tales because the stories were clever, interesting and colorful.
Due to the limitations of age and experience, she was unable to understand the deeper connotation behind the concise words.
The teacher of the drama troupe said that at the end of the show, she would cry and shed tears.
Chi Ying knew that the girl in the story was very pitiful.
But she is not pitiful. Even though she has no father or mother and her family is poor, her grandmother treats her well. Even if she is financially strapped, she will never lack the lollipops and dolls she wants in her life.
She felt very happy at that time. Not only does she not cry, but she smiles brightly every day, as warm as the little sun.
The teacher asked her: "Do you know how to make yourself cry?"
She shook her head blankly.
The teacher said seriously: "Imagine that one day mom leaves and never comes back."
Chi Ying nodded, and soon she shook her head again. She has no memory of her mother. How could she be sad when her mother left
The teacher was a little confused and distressed, but soon she patted her head, as if she suddenly remembered something.
The teacher asked seductively: "Chi Ying, who do you like most in the world?"
Her voice was childish but sure, and extremely loud: "Grandma."
"Then when you come on stage, just imagine that your favorite grandma has left you forever, okay?"
On the day of the performance, Chi Ying stood alone on the huge stage. Looking down, she saw a dark crowd.
She couldn't see where her grandmother was, and she felt helpless and helpless.
What would she do if her grandmother left her
Grandma was so kind to her and she didn't want her to leave.
Uncontrollable grievance and sadness exploded in her chest, and tears rolled down her milky white cheeks.
When he spoke again, his soft voice began to choke.
Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.
After the performance, the teacher rubbed her head and said, "It's great."
That day, she was spotted by a talent scout.
Later, Chi Ying systematically studied acting and was fortunate enough to meet a highly respected master with a strong craftsman spirit.
The old master told her: "The way you cry is wrong."
"It may be easy for beginners to get started, but if you want to become a real actor, you must strive for excellence, including grasping and controlling subtle emotions."
Although they all cry and shed tears, the emotions they express are different. The eyes are the windows that show all this.
She is used to imagining the scene of "losing her grandmother", and her emotions are more of a sadness of life and death, as well as fear of the unknown life.
But the emotions required to be expressed in the script are not always like this.
The old master said: "The tears you shed should be the tears of the character."
"You have to be her, feel her, guide her, express her."
"That night of the play, you cried, not because you lost a loved one, but because you were living on the streets, hungry and cold."
In the future of her acting career, it will be difficult for Chi Ying to meet a director as meticulous as the old master.
The vast majority of film and television works have gradually degenerated into fast food culture, and they will not dig out or criticize your eyes.
Even so, Chi Ying still did not relax.
However, the mistake she had not made for so many years was repeated in the audition just now. What she takes on is not the character, but herself.
The character's experience is not the same as hers, and the emotions cannot be exactly the same. There will be similarities, but also different concentrations and shades.
No wonder the audition teacher said: "There are some emotions that could be more prominent, but you didn't catch them."
The protagonist is regretful, but he is not desperate, let alone depressed. His death was swift and without prolonged mental anguish. He never lost faith in the process of following his ideals, and he was even content with it.
Chi Ying thought that it was the surface of the story that easily aroused her emotions, causing her to fall deeply into inappropriate self-movement. For a moment, she forgot whether this was the hospital bed or the stage in her previous life.
She clenched her fists. We must strengthen our emotional management in the future. How could we lose control so easily