I want to make headlines

Chapter 393

The news fever lasted for several days before subsiding.

The parties concerned were not willing to make hype - A-Gump and Mr. Zhou didn't need to use this to make hype. Apart from proving the relationship between the two and Gan Jing's recent physical illness, these things could not prove anything, so they were quickly dismissed by other things. overwhelmed.

The hospital gave a diagnosis for routine examination the next day.

Hypoglycemia, thinness, sub-health, as for the mental state, this is not checked.

The latter two, Gan Jing, understand that the thinness is due to the needs of the youth group, and the sub-health is probably due to frequent flying around and irregular eating, but this hypoglycemia is unexpected.

So I still have hypoglycemia? ? ?
Gan Jing was a little surprised after receiving the diagnosis at home, so he posted the diagnosis on his Weibo, and immediately received concern from fans.

"Forrest Gump, pay attention to your health."

"Hypoglycemia, my mom said to bring some chocolates, desserts with me."

"Forrest Gump, I'm a chocolate store, where is your company address? I'll send you some."

Seeing these comments, Gan Jing silently turned off the computer - err, no more chocolate, these words are quite sweet, instantly full of energy and vitality.

Although I was surrounded in the hospital this time, seeing the child's smile seemed to have opened up the two veins of Ren and Tong suddenly, and I had a clue about the smile that will be shown in the play.

The next step is to continue to build Hannibal's personality, self-substitute and then extract characteristics to show on himself.

It takes time and inspiration.

For the next week, Gan Jing basically stayed at home and became an otaku. He continued to contact Mr. Zhou to do charity work, but the eldest sister talked a lot, and she took care of her when she was not in good health.

Gan Jing had no choice but to accept the kindness and transfer 100 million Huaxia coins from the studio account as support for her public welfare undertakings.

On December 12th, Chen Huihong, who had returned to Hong Kong, arrived at Forrest Gump's house in the evening.

During this period of time, he only had one experience, that is, "busy", and felt that the word "busy" was engraved on his forehead.

Because he came here often, Chen Huihong held a key in his hand, but just as he opened the door, he stopped in his tracks, sweat dripping from his brow.

Ok?walked through the door?Style changed?
Chen Huihong swallowed, and cautiously called inside: "A-Gump? Is A-Gump at home?" He stood at the door and didn't go in.

After a long time, a deep voice came from the direction of the bedroom: "I am here."

The limbs were a little stiff and the door was closed. Lao Chen immediately turned on the light in the living room. At last, he felt less frightened. He quickly walked to the bedroom and opened the door, his expression froze again.

After a few seconds, Lao Chen carefully looked at Gan Jing who was on the bed, and persuaded him: "Gump, if you have anything on your mind, just tell me, don't believe in cults."

"What cult?" Gan Jing was lying on his side on the bed studying the materials.

Old Chen frowned deeply, and pointed to the wall of the bedroom, his tone still cautious: "What is posted on this wall? It looks like a murder scene to me. What is this and what is it? It is also hanging in the living room outside. These things. My God, don't think about it!"

Gan Jing turned his head and glanced at Old Chen, which made him take a step back involuntarily.

As if he didn't notice the manager's uneasiness, Gan Jing said slowly: "These are all kinds of materials I printed out, and they are used to find out the feelings of the characters."

"Then don't make your house look like a perverted murder scene, idiot." Old Chen swears, "Even if no one else comes, you can scare the dog to death. Look, dog They were all scared and skinny." He knew that A-Gump loved that dog, and he made curves to save the country.

"Gouzi said he didn't feel anything about it, and he wasn't afraid." Gan Jing breathed out, and got up abruptly.

This getting up scared Chen Huihong back two steps again.

Gan Jingqi asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Chen Huihong swallowed, the lights are not turned on in the evening, the living room and bedroom are hung with pictures of murderers and murder cases, if someone else comes, I'm afraid they will call the police immediately.

"Cough. That, that." Lao Chen suddenly forgot what he was going to do, but at this time other things are not important, A-Gump's state is the most important, "Is your thing useful? How come there are still acting like this? "

Gan Jing marked the information and put it on the bed, walked a few steps, and patted the dog's head: "I'm imagining and simulating the psychological state of those villains, which is naturally useful. I already know how to express feelings with a pure smile, now It is exploring how evil should behave."

"I told you before, the smile and the eyes should appear at the same time and make a contrast, so as to have the deepest impression. Eyes are very difficult, difficult, difficult." Gan Jing shook his head and said three times in a row It's hard all over.

Chen Huihong said a little uneasy: "Then don't worry, I don't think your acting method is quite right."

"If you're not crazy, you can't survive." Gan Jing smiled slightly and said something leisurely.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the first film "Mei Lanfang" he starred in. In that play, he borrowed a lot from Leslie Cheung's interpretation of "Farewell My Concubine".

Not crazy, not alive, this sentence is the one that impressed him the most in Farewell My Concubine.

"I've contacted director Ang Lee, and I'm going back next week at the latest." Gan Jing strolled from the bedroom to the living room, "Actually, it's been a lot of time, and the director didn't blame me, but it's not appropriate to procrastinate like this. I want to go back to see how the special effects are, I can't stay in the capital all the time."

"This is the most effective way I can think of to construct and simulate the villain's personality by using real data and cases in this way." Gan Jing sat on the sofa and talked eloquently.

Photos, materials, and case analysis are hung in the living room where they can get it. If others come to see it, this must be the scene—either the murder scene or the crime scene.

Chen Huihong sat on the sofa next to him, seeing the person staring at her in the photo on the opposite wall, and felt a dense layer of goose bumps all over her body.

"Damn it, it's really hard for you to live here!" Lao Chen threw out a stack of documents from his bag, "This is a candidate company recruiter, come and have a look."

Gan Jing held it down with his hand, didn't open it, but looked at Lao Chen with a little interest: "Here you go, let me try to see if my feeling these two days is right. Let me play a scene for you to see."

Chen Huihong took a few deep breaths and said, "Come on."

Standing up from the sofa, Gan Jing took a few steps forward and turned his back to Lao Chen. After doing this for nearly a minute, he finally finished brewing his emotions and turned around slowly.

The lips are flat, the eyebrows are slightly inverted, and there is no expression between the facial features, only his eyes are cold and fierce.

hiss!
Old Chen's goosebumps came back!
I'm going to call the police!
The policeman, this is the man!
(End of this chapter)