After being on variety shows, I will draw big cakes for the actor

Chapter 82 Yan Cheng Called Me
After talking with Gu Xuan, Zhong Jiuyin sat on the sofa for a while.

Judging from the past call records on the mobile phone, the original owner's interpersonal relationship is not complicated, and the call records with notes only have those few repeated names.

Including Feng Qing, but the last call with Feng Qing was at the beginning of the year.

Contacting Gu Xuan's words and the contents of the diary, she tried to deduce the experience of the original owner in the past two years——

With the hope of realizing her dream, she debuted at the same time as Feng Qing and became an artist of Huancheng Entertainment.

The first play was replaced and suffered the first blow, but Feng Qing got the resources and exposure steadily.

Later, she also received several resources, but none of them succeeded. In contrast, Feng Qing succeeded in becoming the company's main artist by relying on resources again and again.

Among them, it is not sure when Guo Mingli and Feng Qing hooked up, and at what stage Feng Qing and Su Cheng hooked up.

The first time the original owner was changed, was it Feng Qing's hand?Or is it really just her bad luck?In all the failures, what exactly did Feng Qing and Guo Mingli participate in?
What is certain is that Guo Mingli must have received Feng Qing's instruction from the last time he received a play but had no hope of broadcasting it, to before the car accident, and never gave her another job.

And during this period of time, she was alone in this small house, day and night, not eating or drinking occasionally, looking at Feng Qing's success like masochism, thinking about her own failure, and having too high expectations. The relatives of the family forced a smile and faked the illusion that they were living a good life.

Finally maybe on a certain day, presumably when cutting vegetables and fruit?In a daze, he compared the knife to his wrist and swiped it down.

Sometimes people's perception has a shift gate. The pain of the wound may allow the original owner to temporarily escape the emotional pain, and even obtain a little morbid pleasure, reminding himself of his existence at all times.

In the most uncomfortable time, the blade may cut deeper, and repeated self-mutilation raises the threshold of accepting pain, and it is not so difficult to lead to suicide.

Zhong Jiuyin was thinking, brushing her fingertips across her left wrist.

But by coincidence, she stroked those scars and felt a bit of coldness, but the scene of the original owner's suicide imagined in her mind was replaced, and instead she inexplicably remembered the touch of Yan Cheng's finger touching her wrist in the interview.

It's cold and itchy.

…Stop it, how can a genius be influenced by external objects when he thinks?

She shook off the strange feeling in her mind, and forcibly pulled her attention back to the business.

After attempting to commit suicide, the original owner actually woke up one day and decided to make a change in order to get out of this emotion.

Guo Mingli didn't accept the play for her, so she searched for various audition notices on the Internet, went to find the crew that had an open selection, and then went to the audition alone.

Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, it is better to have something to do than to stay at home until you are depressed. It is better to eat a ten-dollar box lunch on the curb than to cry while eating bread at home.

Speaking of which, the original owner has worked very hard.It's just that the luck was really bad, too unlucky, and there was a car accident on the way to an audition.

The step she finally took was erased just like that. Except for herself who occupied her body, no one else knew what she had experienced and what changes she had made.

Zhong Jiuyin leaned on the sofa, looked over the half-open door, and looked at the corner of the desk.

The houses in this dilapidated neighborhood are not very good, the windows are opened in the middle in a strange shape, and only a small half of the desk is exposed to natural light.

The original owner was probably sitting there in a place without light, with a blank face, writing a diary while shedding tears.

After watching for a while, she turned her head again, and looked out of the living room window again.

The sun was setting, and the last orange halo pierced the beams of the building outside, but this building is not facing south, so the sun can shine into the bedroom around four or five in the afternoon every day. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't climb the window sill of her house.

Just like the original owner, the mood stays in a dark and humid corner, and in a short life, he will never be able to wait for the sunshine he wants.

Guo Mingli and Feng Qing should learn a lesson, she thought.

...

Wednesday is the time to shoot commercials.

This was the first resource Zhong Jiuyin received after appearing on variety shows, and Qian Yu asked her to show her strength.

He also said that if you don't have the strength, you should work harder, and if you don't work hard, you will go home and farm.

Of course Zhong Jiuyin worked hard, it's not a matter of farming or not, she simply likes to realize her value in difficult work.

So she just turned the cards more than a dozen times, and changed clothes and props.

Walking, running, jumping, and even sitting on a single-section merry-go-round under the bright lights that blind people's eyes, I was so busy that I sweated and wiped, and wiped and sweated again.

Fortunately, this is just a one-person performance, there are no other troubles, and it can be done after four or five hours of hard work.

Qian Yu and Erkou's assistants were waiting in the studio, seeing that she had finally finished filming, they hurried forward to pick her up.

Zhong Jiuyin wrapped one arm around Erkou's shoulders, hanging on her body like a disabled patient.

Qian Yu handed her a bottle of water, and when she swung her head up, she caught sight of another studio in the distance.

There was someone there who arrived at about the same time as her, and was also shooting commercials, but now there is no one there, and even the venue has been tidied up.

"Well," she held water in her mouth, raised her chin to that side, and asked Qian Yu after swallowing, "Why did the people over there leave so quickly? Didn't you say that you need to take more shots?"

"He's famous, and it's only been two months because of a drama." Qian Yu said while clasping his hands.

"At this kind of time, fans will pay for his fart. Just take a picture and go back and take it slowly. Take dozens of times and choose slowly, and it's only suitable for your kind of signing. It’s just a little bit transparent.”

Zhong Jiuyin: "...All right."

She took another sip of water and sat down to rest for a while.

The two held up a small fan to blow air for her, and Qian Yu took advantage of this spare time to tell her about the future arrangements.

Very simple, because there are no two items.

At this time, the mobile phone that was set aside rang.

"Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack—"

Qian Yu was so startled by the rough duck cry that he forgot to say anything.

The passing lighting engineer also looked at them in surprise. He didn't notice his feet. He tripped over the line and dropped the light tube in his hand to the ground. Gululu rolled two meters away.

Qian Yu: "...what the hell is the ringtone?"

"Isn't it special? You can tell it's my phone ringing just by hearing it." She raised her eyebrows and was very proud.

A stunning genius must have a ringtone that matches his strength, which is different from ordinary people.

Qian Yu twitched the corner of his mouth and refused to comment.

Zhong Jiuyin drools again after she is proud, glances at the screen, looks at the notes, and raises her eyebrows even higher.

"It's Yan Cheng."

Qian Yu and the other two stared at her together.

"Hurry up, I guess it's about him taking over the show for you."

She also felt that when they picked it up, they said like brothers: "Yan Cheng——"

Qian Yu: "...you have a good attitude!"

The person on the opposite side didn't think her attitude was improper, and told her in a flat tone: "Now there is a martial arts drama that has a suitable role for you, but it is not a star. The director is Liu Ge. I will send you the information. If you are willing to accept , this role is yours."

Zhong Jiuyin nodded to Qian Yu who was looking forward to it, and then replied: "Okay, three grams of oil."

It's a very standard pronunciation of three, gram, and oil, so standard that Yan Cheng couldn't figure out what she was expressing.

Yan Cheng: "...Is this the communication language of prehistoric humans?"

Zhong Jiuyin: "There is no prehistory. That's how the heroine communicates with noble princes in my bedside readings, isn't it? People's communication habits in the books often represent the habits of the general public at that time."

Yan Cheng: "How many years of bedside reading?"

Zhong Jiuyin: "Let's think about it, it seems to be written in [-]?"

Yan Cheng: "You also know that it was [-], and the bottle of water you bought should have expired. Do you think your bedside reading materials have expired?"

　I haven't written about the two of them together, I've already started to imagine the big orgasm of micro-abuse
　　I really want to write the finale in the blink of an eye (tossing and turning)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)