"I've never seen anyone like this."
"Laughing is very... dazzling." Even sitting on the most relaxing sofa, the man sat upright, with his back straight and his shirt buttoned tightly.
This is the first time Dr. Sun has seen light in his eyes. As a doctor, he is both happy and worried. Among his past patients, some also encountered their own redemption, and they gradually became happy and even found hope of living.
But no one is born to be rescued, and when this redemption leaves, most of the patients become worse than before, and even jump into the abyss of no return.
Yan Ting only said a few words, and became quiet again. This was already the time he talked the most. Dr. Sun wanted to take the opportunity to establish a conversational relationship with him, so he boasted: "Then he must be a very good person."
"I love to laugh." Yan Ting was silent for a moment: "I love to nag."
"Did he nagging you?" Dr. Sun was sitting casually. He wanted the patient to forget his identity as a doctor and open up to talk with him.
Yan Ting was silent again. He glanced at his wrist and stood up: "The time is almost up."
"Mr. Yan." Dr. Sun stood up and did not stop him from leaving, but said, "If you want to chat with me about your friend in the future, I can be your faithful listener."
Yan Ting raised his eyelids to look at him: "Then let you analyze his character and mentality?"
Dr. Sun smiled and explained, "Mr. Yan, I'm just a listener."
Yan Ting opened the door and walked out, surrounded by the bodyguards who were waiting outside the door.
"Go to Sungei Wang Plaza."
The lanterns of the Sun River Plaza are like day, and the fans and fans of the show are sitting under the stage holding the lanterns. The main creative team of "Domineering Female President" was preparing for the stage in the background. The female lead and the male No. 3 actor were not present, but everyone seemed to have forgotten the existence of these two people, and no one mentioned a word from beginning to end.
"Li Zhao." Song Yu walked towards Li Zhao aggressively. Director Liu rushed up to him and stopped Song Yu: "Mr. Song, if you have something to say, speak slowly, we will be on stage later."
You ancestors, don't pick things up at this time. Now there are rumors that the male and female lead actors are not compatible. Don't spread the news of one male and two males. His old heart can't stand it.
"Director Liu is very fast today." Song Yu sneered. When he made things difficult for Li Zhao before, he never saw anyone from the crew react.
Director Liu smiled a little embarrassedly, but still did not allow Song Yu to approach Li Zhao: "Everything is for our crew."
In the past, Li Zhao was bullied because he knew that the actors arranged by the management could not offend him. Song Yu is not allowed to bully Li Zhao now, because he knows that Li Zhao is the most popular actor in this drama, and it is beneficial to the drama to have Li Zhao cooperate with the publicity.
He is just a director who judges the situation and doesn't feel that he is wrong.
"Brother Song, are you looking for me for something?" Li Zhao didn't realize Director Liu's good intentions at all, not only did he not avoid Song Yu, but he took the initiative to take two steps here: "Don't you want to invite me for a late night snack? ?"
"Eat shit, you can't think of anything other than eating in your mind?" Song Yu pushed Director Liu away and sat down on the chair next to him, his tone stiff: "I heard that you signed up for Strawberry Entertainment?"
Others in the room pricked up their ears when they heard the words "Strawberry Entertainment", and several other actors couldn't help showing envious expressions.
"Yeah." Li Zhao nodded.
Song Yu's complexion changed, and finally he said in a stern voice, "You are quite capable, and you can actually catch up on the way of strawberry entertainment."
"I didn't take it. They contacted me. I saw that the conditions were very good, so I signed it."
Song Yu: "..."
Others in the room: "… "
This pretense is a bit in place, and they have nothing to say.
Probably choked by Li Zhao's words, Song Yu didn't speak again until he came to power. In the interactive session that followed, the host mentioned the friendship between Li Zhao and Song Yu.
Song Yu sneered in his heart, he and Li Zhao had a fart friendship.
"We all know that Zhaozhao and Xiaoyuer are rivals in love in the play, but they are good friends in real life. Do you have any chance to cooperate in the future?"
Song Yu glanced at Li Zhao, he didn't want to cooperate with Li Zhao again in his life, he was afraid that he had a bad heart.
Li Zhao smiled shyly: "Brother Song has always taken care of me, and I hope to have the opportunity to work together in the future."
This will save you a lot of money for supper.
Song Yu: "..."
No, I don't want to!
It is a pity that the ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny. The next morning when he woke up from his sleep, Song Yu received news from his agent that he received a big investment historical drama.
"I originally wanted to help you to tear up the position with the other main male supporting role, but unfortunately the opponent's team is better, and he is in front of you." The agent rambled on the other end of the phone: "You play this role well and try to take it off. Pretend to violate this hat."
"Who is competing with me for the title?!" Song Yu was a little upset.
"Li Zhao's team." The agent comforted: "No way, Strawberry Entertainment's PR team is too strong, we can't compete. But your role is very good, and you might be able to overwhelm Li Zhao if you play it well."
"You're thinking too much." Song Yusheng lay back on the bed reluctantly. He changed the character who was scolded in the Prediction Dream to Li Zhao, and he could become popular, not to mention such a well-made historical drama.
life, this is life.
Compared with Song Yu, who had no love for life, Li Zhao was very happy. He seemed to see a bright future of eating and drinking. But thinking that he won an important role without auditioning, Li Zhao asked Luo Rong, the executive agent of Strawberry Entertainment: "Brother Luo, do you need to audition?"
"The company has sent your personal information to the crew. The crew is very satisfied with you. You can act in peace after you join the crew." Luo Ronggang was Li Zhao's executive manager for a few days. He and Zhang Xiaoyuan were in charge of different work content. Know more about the company's internal resources.
"Our company is one of the investors in the drama "Song of the Sky". After the filming, it may be broadcast on national channels. Your acting skills are very good, so don't have any ideological pressure." Luo Rong's tone was flat, as if this drama It seems that the roles are easy to get: "It doesn't matter even if this drama is thrown, the company will start an ancient puppet fairy tale three months later, I will help you decide on the male lead first, so as to ensure your follow-up popularity. ."
Here at Strawberry, Li Zhao finally realized what it means to be rich and rich in resources. The characters of the big historical dramas take what they say, and the male protagonist of the ancient puppet of Xianxia gives them what they say.
Is this the happiness of marrying into a wealthy family
After finishing the call with Luo Rong, Li Zhao quickly opened the script of "Song of the Sky" and made a character understanding map. At noon, the chef helped him prepare the meal. Sitting at the dining table, he suddenly remembered Yan Ting who was working in the company, and took out his mobile phone and sent him a message.
[Zhao Zhao wants good luck: Ting Ting, it's noon, have you eaten yet?]
[Good luck to Zhaozhao: You just have a cold, so don't eat too greasy food. If you think the porridge has no taste, you can eat casserole rice.]
In the office, Yan Ting took the medicine prescribed by the doctor, took the nutrient solution handed over by Assistant Qin, and was about to drink it when the screen of his mobile phone lit up.
"Sir?" Seeing that Yan Ting put the nutrient solution aside, Assistant Qin thought he was dissatisfied with the nutrient solution: "If you are not satisfied with this taste, I will go and change it for you."
After a moment of silence, Yan Ting said, "No, prepare casserole rice for me."
"Okay!" Assistant Qin was overjoyed and arranged for someone to order casserole rice for Mr. After arranging this, he leaned against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief.
It is a good thing to be willing to eat, and it is a good thing.
Half an hour later, Li Zhao received a photo from Yan Ting. A casserole filled with rice was placed on the table, still steaming.
[Yan Ting: Eat.]
It's short and straightforward, not even a single punctuation mark.
[Good luck to Zhaozhao: I will join a new crew tomorrow, and I will have less time to come back. I will cook for you in the evening.]
The casserole rice was very hot, Yan Ting put down his chopsticks when he saw the message from Li Zhaoxin.
"Sir?" Assistant Qin stopped when Yan Ting didn't eat two spoons, and quickly asked, "The food in this restaurant is not to your taste?"
Quickly wiping the corners of his mouth, Yan Ting stood up and picked up the jacket next to him: "Go home."
"Okay, sir."
On the congested streets, it is difficult for vehicles to move. Yan Ting looked at the endless traffic in front of him, leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.
"Sir, there seems to be a car accident ahead." Assistant Qin took out his mobile phone to check the road conditions: "It will probably take a while to recover."
Yan Ting opened his eyes and looked out the window. There was a couple walking on the sidewalk holding hands in the cold wind. The girl shoved the cold hand into the boy's neck. The boy shivered from the cold, but did not push the girl away. Children, the two talked and laughed and walked away slowly.
What's the point of this kind of feeling of being so warm when you're close, and wanting the other person to die when you're separated? He couldn't understand, and he didn't want to understand. The feelings of doomed parting are like the sun rising in the morning, and it will definitely set in the west, making the world become dark.
The phone screen lights up again.
[Zhao Zhao wishing for good luck: Ting Ting, I made soup for you, it will be just right when you come back. By the way, when I came back, I bought two catties of oranges on the way. The oranges in this season taste just right.]
The owner of the fruit shop concentrates on chasing "The Domineering Girl's Sweet Love" with her mobile phone. Two or three o'clock in the afternoon is the worst time for the fruit shop's business. She usually passes the time by chasing dramas.
Seeing the male protagonist bent over and lifted up the female boss who took off her high heels, she couldn't help but bring out a sweet smile on her face, and she didn't even notice the customers coming to the store. When she raised her head, the other party had already walked to the counter.
"Hello, what fruit do you want to buy?"
"tangerinr."
"We have different varieties of oranges in our store, which one do you like?"
"the best."
The fruit shop owner peeked at the visitor and took a deep breath.
Mom, where did this beautiful man come from
Under her introduction, the handsome guest bought several different oranges and left. Although the other party didn't change his expression or say anything from the beginning to the end, she still felt that this was a story with a story. man.
Carrying a bag of green or yellow oranges, Yan Ting smelled a faint smell of broth as soon as he walked to the door of Li Zhao's house.
The door opened slowly, and Li Zhao stuck his head out: "Tingting, why did you come back so early, the meal isn't ready yet."
That's the taste of the broth.
Not disgusting, but with a faint fragrance.
He went into the house, put the orange on the table, took off his coat and put it on the arm of the sofa.
"This orange is so sweet." Li Zhao peeled a piece of the orange and put it in his mouth, chewed it, then peeled a piece and handed it to Yan Ting's mouth: "Come on, you can taste it too."
Looking at the orange in front of him, Yan Ting smelled the scent of orange peel.
This is the smell of... winter