After getting along during this time, you can see the intentions of all the actors for their roles. Siru danced for just 20 seconds, practiced for three hours a day for a month, and finally left a permanent injury of soft tissue contusion.

Yang Zhixin, an old drama bone, re-learned English in his sixties, and the old man held thick lines all day long, reciting word by word, and it was hard to watch.

Huang Mao is the youngest, has the fewest lines, and can't beat a fart with three sticks. But there are more than a dozen wounds on his body, large and small, all of which are achievements left by action scenes, and the young man has never complained.

Of course, he is not easy, in order to meet the final loss of phase before death, he runs five kilometers every morning, skipping rope for 3,000, and he is getting thinner and thinner, and even Su Yao feels distressed when he looks at it.

In today's scene of eating steamed buns, in order to show that Lu Chuanjun's condition is under control, he can let go of the supplementary meat and eat fifteen big buns......

Directly vomited!

This kind of thing happens every day, no one complains, only mutual encouragement, Xu Wenzheng studied the script with everyone, learned acting skills, and accepted the good advice immediately, which made Ding Cheng very moved.

No matter what happens at the box office, just a few days to make yourself feel what it means to be dedicated!

Today's scene is Xu Wenzheng's first time when he sent Ding Cheng home, and when he entered the house, he saw his sleeping son, with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain, and the little guy was still drooling.

"You don't have this disease, do you?"

Ding Cheng looked at his son, showed a bright smile, and affirmed: "No inheritance!"

"I only found out when my mother was five months pregnant with him, and my first thought at that time was to die, but the moment I saw him born, I didn't want to!"

After speaking, he held Xu Wenzheng's shoulder with his hand, and said gratefully: "Now that I have medicine, I can still make money, and my life will be bright again, if I am lucky, maybe I can see him get married and have another child." ”

Xu Wenzheng smiled: "You just wait to be a grandfather!"

The three of them ate together, drank and chatted, and the hope of living was invigorating, as if everything was going to get better and better......

It's a pity that the plot won't let go of this group of poor people, the police finally raided Xu Wenzheng's den for the first time, although he escaped by luck, but how can he not get his shoes wet when he often stands by the river?

This scene is that everyone eats together, everyone is happy, those who make money make money, and those who live live, only Xu Wenzheng was silent until the end.

took a sip of wine, put down the wine glass, lowered his head and said, "It's fate that we know each other, but it's ......"

"There is no such thing as a non-dispersal seat in the world, and the police are not fools, smuggling is really going to jail, at least ten years!"

"So......" took a deep breath, finally raised his head, and hesitated: "From tomorrow, I won't sell this medicine!"

The people present looked at each other, and the atmosphere was instantly cold, Ding Cheng hurriedly said, "Brother Yong, did you drink too much again?"

"yes, too much to drink, right?"

"Break, Huang Mao, go pour a glass of water. ”

Since the words came out, Xu Wenzheng simply got straight to the point and said: "I negotiated the conditions with others, this medicine will be 10,000 yuan per bottle in the future, and it will be a preferential price for a few of you, which is rest assured." ”

"Do you know that Zhang Chenglin is selling fake medicines!" Siru was the first to break out and said loudly: "A few people in the group just ate his fake medicine, died, really died!"

Xu Wenzheng didn't dare to look at Siru's eyes, bit his mouth, and said in a low voice: "It's not that serious, his medicine is just mixed with flour, sold for more money, and he can't die." ”

"Are you talking about human words?" Huang Mao stood up violently and scolded: "Selling fake medicine will kill people, and you will go to hell!"

"Fart!" Xu Wenzheng couldn't help it, smashed his wine glass, and fought back: "Don't you fucking know how many years in prison for smuggling?"

"I'm also old and young, if I go in, who can take care of them?"

Pointing at Huang Mao, he said disdainfully: "It's up to you?"

Then Siru said: "Or do you go to the bar to dance and accompany the guests?"

Finally, it was Ding Cheng, who sneered: "Can those rotten oranges of yours save people?"

"You remember, it was Lao Tzu who desperately got the medicine from India, and you all survived by me!"

"I'm not a fucking leukemia patient!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a long silence......

Huang Mao was the first to stand up, poured a full glass of beer, raised his glass and said, "I thank you." ”

After speaking, he slammed the cup on the table, and immediately the blood flowed, and without saying a word, he turned around and left.

Siru picked up the wine glass and said flatly: "Thank you, Brother Yong." ”

The second left, the third was an old drama bone, and in the end, only Ding Cheng remained. came to Xu Wenzheng, and said with a smile on his face: "Have you drunk too much?"

"Get out!"

stood up, walked to the door, turned back again, looked at the silent Xu Wenzheng, slowly put on the mask, and his body gradually fell down, leaving only a desolate back.

The fragile team was completely disbanded, there is no so-called right or wrong, Xu Wenzheng is right, he is not a savior, thousands of patients, how much can he save by himself?

A year later, Xu Wenzheng relied on the first pot of gold to become a small boss of a garment factory and a serious businessman with a net worth of millions.

When I was driving, I suddenly came to the back alone, turned around and said in surprise: "Brother and sister, why are you ......?"

"Brother Yong, I beg you, save Lu Chuanjun!"

The woman fell to her knees, kowtowing desperately on the ground, begging hard. Xu Wenzheng was at a loss, and he didn't even dare to help the other party up, so he could only shirk and say: "You get up quickly, I don't have any medicine now, I still have something." ”

At the moment of turning around, a terrible voice came from behind: "He committed suicide last night!"

"What?" Xu Wenzheng's body shook, and he turned his head incredibly, his face full of shock. The woman hugged his legs and sobbed: "He used a fruit knife to cut the veins while our two were sleeping, fortunately he found it early, otherwise it would have ......"