Paranoid!Crazy batch!The real daughter is a black lotus

When Jin Ling saw that her manager was still not leaving, she asked casually: "Do you have anything else?"

The agent pointed at Shen Que: "She"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce you. She was chosen by me to play a supporting role. You should know her, right?"

The agent nodded, stared at Shen Que who was memorizing the words carefully, and cursed in his heart: "Wenqing, my sister is coming to act, why don't you say hello?"
  Wouldn't it be nice to sign in my name? ’

"If you have nothing else to do, go ahead and prepare." Jin Ling reminded.

The agent nodded dully, turned around, closed the door and left.

After coming out, the more he thought about it, the more wrong he became. He went to the corner to call Wenqing. The ringing sounded for almost a minute. He thought the other party had stopped answering.

The phone is on.

A warm and slightly tired voice came: "Call me early in the morning. Is there any drama?"

The agent glanced at the time, frowned, and said in a serious tone: "It's ten o'clock, don't tell me you're still asleep, what did you do last night?

If you don't act, you will slack off. If someone catches you, have you thought about the consequences? Do you still have a future? "

If it weren't for Shen Chue in the last bet, the warmth would be drowned in saliva now.

Thinking of Shen Que, the manager's heart ached. Such a good prospect was not signed to his name.

Wenqing sat up from the bed and yawned: "You called just to remind me of this?"

"That's not the case. I just want to ask, do you know who will play the female supporting role that writer Jin Ling has been looking for?"

Rubbing her eyes tenderly, with some stubble appearing on her chin, she leaned lazily on the bedside and asked quietly: "Who is it?"

"Your sister." The agent's tone was a bit resentful.

When it fell on Wen Qing's ears, it turned into scolding him, complaining: "Why are you still scolding me?"

The agent opposite rolled his eyes: "Who scolded you! Your sister will play the role of Bai Yueguang written by Jin Ling. Do you understand?"

She sat upright with warmth, and surprise flashed in her eyes: "Which sister of mine?"

His first reaction was Wen Yurou, but he didn't feel like it. Wen Yurou was not that courageous, so there was only one.
  "Shen Que! Your sister! I was still wondering why I wanted a copy of Braille lines, but I didn't expect it was for Shen Que!
  But judging from your reaction, you don’t know either? It shouldn’t be. You are her brother. If she wants to enter the entertainment industry, wouldn’t it be easier for her to find you to guide her?
  And I didn’t even tell you about such a big thing. Don’t you two have a good relationship? "

The agent said a lot, but Wenqing didn't answer a word. Is the relationship good? It's neither good nor bad, because the two of them talk very little.

The most was during the two days just after I returned home.

Bring it yourself? If she came to him, would he agree? You can't make it in the entertainment industry just by taking care of her, the most you can do is give her some guidance.

Also, Qian Rui said that last night, and Wen Yurou didn't even dare. She was already very bold to speak for herself, so why did she dare to enter the entertainment industry today.

Aren't you afraid that Qian Rui will hate her?

The agent didn't get an answer for a long time and said impatiently: "No, Best Actor Wen, did you hear me?"

"Ah, what did you say?"

The agent took a deep breath: "I asked you to come and take a look. We are going to the shooting location soon. By the way, I will ask if your sister has signed a contract.

Our wealth will not go to outsiders. I can make you popular, and I can also make you a sister, right? Then we..."

"Send me the address."

Without waiting for the agent to finish speaking, Wen Qing put down a sentence, hung up the phone directly, and got up to wash up.

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Sitting in the car heading to the venue, Shen Que already had an idea of ​​the character he was going to shoot.

A girl who was born blind and loves to dance and sing is so inconspicuous in everyone's eyes. She has very few friends in school.

The teacher was also lukewarm towards her, and her classmates sometimes even bullied her, but she saved everyone in an accident. He used his singing to lure away the gangsters. Finally, he did not want to be caught and tortured by the gangsters, so he danced the last dance on the cliff and jumped down.

She is not the heroine, but she is the heroine in everyone's heart. There are not many words in the whole story, and it is written from the perspective of the girl's secret admirer.

There is no mention of whether the person who has a crush on a girl is a boy or a girl.

The male protagonist and the female protagonist are one of the girl's few friends, and the male protagonist is also the girl's crush.

Some people say that if it were not for the male and female protagonists, the girl would not have saved them.

At the end, it did not say whether the secret admirer was dead or not, only a vague summary, saying that she had always been single, with a camera, a pen, and a notebook, traveling around the world and taking countless photos of the girl who never belonged to her. landscape.

Every Qingming Festival and the anniversary of her death, they would be burned to her for many, many, many years.

Shen Que closed the script, turned his head and asked Jin Ling softly: "What happened to the last secret admirer? I didn't mention it at the end."

Jin Ling was silent for two seconds, staring at Shen Que's face, and a faint smile escaped from the corner of her lips: "She is living a good life. She has seen a lot of scenery and has many friends."

Shen Que nodded slightly.

Soon they arrived at the first filming location, Shengzhe High School, where they wanted to shoot a series of memories of girls being bullied, making friends, and having a crush.
  Most of the girls have no lines and even their faces are blurry.

Shen Que wore a long red suspender skirt, a blue and white school uniform on top, a pair of slightly dirty white shoes, a high ponytail, a plain face with a silk scarf covering her eyes, which did not match the skirt.

The stylist was a little speechless. He felt that his little face was completely white. Dressed like this, it didn't look good at all. It was just a bit tacky.

"Writer Jin Ling, are you sure you want to match it like this? It's really hard to explain in one word!"

He didn't dare to say something too harsh for fear of offending Jin Ling.

Jin Ling looked at Shen Que standing in front of her and said thoughtfully: "It's really close."

The stylist’s mind: ‘Is this a little worse? ’

"Que Que, sit down." After Jin Ling said that, she took out a peach wood hairpin from her pocket and started to work it on Shen Que's black hair.

After a while, a simple bun appeared on the back of Shen Que's head, with a few strands of hair on the temples. The breeze blew gently, and the strands happened to fall on the tip of his nose.

After the operation, Jin Ling took a step back and gave an instruction to Shen Que: "Que Que smile."

Shen Jie didn't know why, but according to the description in the script, she smiled lightly, and the breeze blew with a little sunshine shining on her fair and pink cheeks.

Without eyes, it is difficult to tell whether the smile is real or fake.

Jin Ling's eyes were unblinking, and she seemed to hear the long-lost voice in her ears.

"Why do you always wear a red dress? They all say you are weird."

"Because I have to dance every day after school, and don't you think it's very convenient? I can dance as much as I want,
  Anytime, anywhere is my stage. "

"Aren't you afraid that they will laugh at you and say you are weird?"

"I can't see it. There is nothing else in my mind except music and dance.

And why should we care about other people's opinions? As long as it is within the scope allowed by the world, we should be ourselves to the fullest, rather than living in the eyes of others! "

*
  Seeing Jin Ling in a daze, the stylist patted her shoulder gently: "Writer Jin Ling, are you okay?"

Jin Ling came back to her senses and raised her hand to secretly wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes: "I'm fine. Do you remember the correct words?"

Shen Que nodded.

"Then let's get started."

As soon as these words came out, the stylist couldn't say anything else. She could only say, who told her to write this? It's ugly and it has nothing to do with her.