It should be a hot summer day outside, but the conference room is as cool as autumn at the moment. The wind of the air conditioner was blowing tirelessly, the lights on the roof were only three or two on, and on the huge slide were the detailed explanations of the first two episodes, and the screenwriter Lu Zhixue was whispering through the microphone.

Everyone in the audience either tilted their heads to listen attentively, or lowered their heads to read the newly acquired script, and occasionally the next person whispered to exchange opinions with each other. Jiang Zhican sat in the corner, his chin resting on his arm, half-lying on the table. The wooden table top will be cold, like the feeling of snow flakes in your hand. He vaguely felt sleepy.

Then I don't know how long it took, he woke up in shock, the scene around him was still the same, and Lu Zhixue Shuya's voice continued to tell. He calmed down and slowly stood up, but his brows suddenly furrowed, and a sudden feeling of swelling made him have a splitting headache. He knew in his heart that it was probably because of the cold wind blowing when he fell asleep, which caused the sequelae of motion sickness.

Helpless, although he knew that it was a bit rude, he still had to turn around and quietly open the door and leave. There was no air conditioning in the aisle, he opened the window, and the warm air at room temperature relieved him, and then turned around and walked towards the sink, picking up water with both hands and applying it to his face, his spirit was about to improve, and he also noticed a little strangeness around him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile:

"Come out, are such adults still playing hide and seek?"

There was silence all around, and there was no response. He stared at the door a little farther away from him, and threatened in a flat tone, "I can't go in, but Rain's signature, don't you want it?" ”

The closed door was like a stubborn rock, holding on a little in the sudden acceleration of weathering, but it still turned into gravel without breath, revealing the girl standing behind her. She stared at Jiang Zhican calmly, stood silent for a moment, walked to the pool as usual, washed her hands, dried them, threw the paper towel into the paper basket, she turned around, seven or eight centimeters long heels lined her slim, and she was about to leave gracefully and lightly - as if the frightened appearance of opening the door and closing the door quietly just now was just a foamy phantom.

Jiang Zhican looked at her back, shrugged his shoulders, forgot about guessing the wrong person, and slowly followed her, walking towards the conference room one after the other. And then easily, he overtook the girl.

The girl suddenly crouched down and leaned against the wall. Jiang Zhican walked over blindly, and the girl looked at his back, walking farther and farther. She lowered her head, as if she was relieved, but the helplessness in the pain made her struggling, surrounded by strange resentment.

The secluded corridor echoes the footsteps, far away, disappears, and is silent; The light at the top fell wordlessly, elongated, stretched, and full of shadow. No one has set foot here, only she is tormented. Tears rolled in her eyes, and she felt her empty pockets, disgusted for the skinny jeans she had always loved.

Someone finally passed by, but she looked down in embarrassment to dodge. The others gave her a strange look, shook their heads and left. The unspeakable pain, the constraints of her special status, and the loss of her means of seeking help, she buried her face in her knees, praying with all her heart that the pain would subside quickly, but the more anxious she was, the more intense the pain became. It's like a marathon with no end in sight, she is just an ordinary passerby, how can she finish it alone?

This kind of torture is really unfair. She bit her lip and tried to vent her negative emotions in her heart, but in the end she was only blank from the pain, unable to think of anything, and could not divert her attention and reduce the pain. So she whimpered softly, and gave up on herself, feeling like a kite with a broken string, and only had a broken end in the lightning and thunder.

Everything outside became distant, and at a certain moment darkness struck, and her eyes were dark, as if a curtain had been covered, and her head sank, and she felt a trance like a cloud before she became unconscious, and she instinctively curled her body, her hands seemed to grasp something, so she grabbed it, even after fainting, she still refused to let go.

Time was reluctant to go, she finally opened her eyes, the white and gold intertwined light made her follow and close her eyes, confused for a long time, she saw the slender woman leaning on the side of the bed, saw the white bed, the white wall and the white curtain under the daffodils she had always loved, in the sun Tingting jade, fresh and green.

"Ernie ・・・・・・," she called softly, raising her hand to caress the shredded hair behind the woman's ear.

"Huh?" Jessica, who couldn't hide her haggardness, opened her eyes and looked up, and when she saw Krystal who was awake, she hugged her suddenly, and tears flowed out, "I'm sorry, Xiujing, it's all my fault, I didn't take care of you at all, and I didn't tell you that this kind of thing happened, I'm sorry ・・・・・・"

"Ernie, it's obviously my own carelessness, where to blame you, you're so busy." Krystal comforted softly, as if when the two sisters got along, it would always be her sister who was accommodating and sensible.

"Ernie, why am I here, did you send me?" Krystal glanced at the desk calendar on the table, she must have spent the night in the hospital, it would be about early afternoon.

"No, the company contacted me and said that you fainted at SBS, and an employee there took you to the hospital." Jessica wiped away her tears, and still cried a little, "Oh, by the way, Cheng Leoba was called by the head of the room to scold, after all, it was indeed his fault that you had such a thing." And you don't want to help talk.,If it's not for your real physical accident.,It's not easy to become the heroine.,Participating in the first script rehearsal put aside a bunch of seniors, directors, and screenwriters.,It's no wonder that the director Nimi doesn't scold you to death.。 When you go back, you remember to apologize to everyone, well, do you want me to go with you? ”

"No, I can do it myself, and my seniors shouldn't embarrass me, I feel very kind." Krystal burst out laughing, and suddenly touched his stomach to indicate that he was hungry.

"Oh, Mom said that it will be time later, and I will make you ginseng chicken soup, so wait a while. Would you like to eat some fruit? Jessica asked.

"Well~ don't, I don't like it." Krystal looked at the fruit on the table and shook his head in refusal.

"Then what fruit do you want to eat, can't I buy it now?" Jessica said with rare indulgence.

"Actually, I want to drink mango milk." Krystal smiled mischievously.

Jessica glanced at her, saw that she was recovering well, and her gloomy mood was much better, put on her sunglasses and hat, and got up to go out to buy her the drink she wanted.

Krystal watched Jessica leave, and was about to lie down to rest, when she suddenly remembered how she felt in her drowsiness yesterday, and her heart couldn't help but feel abrupt.

But an attentive fellow, she thought to herself, and slept on her side. The delicate side face exudes a soft brilliance in the sun, and a faint smile disappears quietly like a meteor, but it lingers in my heart for a long time.

"Newspapers? What a newspaper to read! ”

Today is the day of the first filming of Jiang Zhican's TV series, and he collapsed in the car, exhausted from the busyness of the past few days, especially the dance practice, and he completely seized the time to rest.

"Minister Nimi, take a look, I seriously suspect that you haven't seen this news on the Internet, so I specially left this newspaper for you!" Qian Ning said reluctantly, handing him the newspaper.

Jiang Zhican reluctantly took the newspaper, but he didn't read it carefully, and put it on his face indiscriminately, which was used as a tool to cover the light.

"Minister Nimi!" Qianning shouted angrily.

"I'll see when I'm done, I'll sleep first. I practice dancing every day, and I went to help with the all-night editing last night, which is really, very tired! Jiang Zhican waved his hand and sighed, closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Seeing this, Qianning finally stopped insisting and drove quietly, and arrived at the hotel where the shooting took place about half an hour later. At this time, it was already evening, and Jiang Zhican, who had never eaten dinner, was holding bread and sipping coffee, staring at the script on the table, familiarizing himself with the lines again, and shaking his body slightly, but he was concentrating on recalling the dance moves.

"Minister Nimi!" Qianning shouted.

"Well, you can go back first, you can come and pick me up at about eleven o'clock in the evening." Jiang Zhican said without raising his head, Qian Ning pursed his mouth, stared at the newspaper that was pressed under his buttocks, and turned around and left with a snort.

After a while, Jiang Zhican, who temporarily filled his stomach, stopped reciting the lines, took out the newspaper instead, browsed up and down, and soon locked on one of the large-scale reported news: romantic courtship under the fireworks feast - the background picture is the first grand fireworks at the LA Hallyu concert, the protagonists are Lee Seung-gi and Lim Yoon-a, who are also Korean topstars, handsome men and beautiful women, who seem to be enough to envy others.

Jiang Zhican looked at this picture, his face did not change at all, but he remembered Lin Yun'er who was talking to him one night, and the corners of his mouth finally revealed a smile, hope, happiness.

"Jiang, Jiang Zhicanxi, this is the coffee for you, I'm sorry about my early exit two days ago." The voice trembled softly, and someone was a few meters away from him, holding a coffee.

"Put it on the table." Jiang Zhican glanced at her, put away the newspaper, and then picked up the script again.

Krystal's face froze, such a rude reaction, if it was normal, she would probably turn around and leave, but at this moment, facing the eyes of the people passing by, she only struggled slightly, and then slowly stepped forward and put the coffee on the table beside him.

"Please slow down, I—I'll go first." As she spoke, she was about to leave, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed. Her body instantly stiffened, and she looked down in fear to step back, but the person opposite got up and stood in front of her, staring into her eyes.

"Zheng Xiujing xi, because of the construction of the stage venue, so the first part of the shooting, there is a rivalry between the two of us. However, because of your illness, it seems that we have not had a decent rehearsal. Why don't we try it now when everyone is free? ”

The boy chuckled and said, with wanton arrogance in his bones.

"I, I'm in trouble." She couldn't adapt to the other party in such a posture, and she awkwardly stepped back step by step.

"Is there something wrong? The clothes have all been changed, oh, Zheng Xiujing xi, I have to say, this waiter's uniform suits you very well, and she has a good figure. The corners of the boy's lips were half-hooked and half-provoked, and he leaned over to close her eyes, "Since you are a waiter, you have to listen to the words of the guests・・・・・・ me, but the hottest combination in the Republic of Korea, the façade of infinite power, topstar Shiyu!" ”

Zheng Xiujing was stunned on the spot, her long eyelashes kept trembling, and her big eyes were full of astonishment, this guy, he, he was able to enter the role so quickly and find the angle? ・・・・・・

"Are you stunned?" He patted her on the head, got up and returned to his seat, took a sip of coffee, and finally returned to normal, "Treat me as Jiang Zhican, it's not okay to be so cringe, isn't it very good to slap me, you can come again tonight, Zheng Xiujing xi." ”

He said calmly, as if Jiang Zhican's matter had nothing to do with him, Zheng Xiujing took a step back, then turned around, and pedaled away.

"Really, do you want to discuss it with the screenwriter again, I have a headache・・・・・・ "Someone stayed in the corner, and when he was alone, he finally showed his feet, looking out the window at the stage behind the pool with a depressed expression, and soon, it was about to be finished.

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