After another five minutes, Huijue's body slowly loosened, and the amplitude of the convulsions decreased. The face that was originally buried in the hands slowly showed a little eyebrows. The face is earthy gray, the skin is instantly saggy, and wrinkles can be seen everywhere.

Director Liu stood up, picked up the teacup in front of Liu Dayu, walked up to Huijue, dipped his hand in water, and sprinkled it on Huijue's face - the water was warm.

Hui Jue touched his eyes and nose a few times with his sleeve, and then slowly sat up with his hands supporting his body. The buttons of the monk's robe fell off in two, and a cloth shoe lay seventy or eighty centimeters away from the right foot, and a cloth hat lay on the right back side of the body. Huijue looked around, picked up the hat on the ground and put it on his head; Ouyang Ping moved the cloth shoe to Huijue with his toes.

Huijue picked up the cloth shoes and put them on his feet.

"Huijue, what do you think?" Ouyang Ping said in a low voice.

"I-I'm better."

"Have you ever been addicted to smoking since you came in?"

"In—in, and I—I've been addicted to smoking twice."

Ouyang Ping nodded at Han Lingling.

Han Lingling stood up, walked up to Hui Jue, helped her sit on a chair, and then brought a towel and handed it to Hui Jue.

Hui Jue took the towel and wiped his face from top to bottom, carefully - this face should indeed be wiped properly. However, in the eyes of her comrades, there is no difference between her face and whether she wipes it or not.

Han Lingling poured another glass of water and handed it to Hui Jue's hand.

Although Huijue gradually eased up, her body had not yet returned to its original state, and the teacup was in her hand, shaking quite a lot, fortunately Han Lingling did not pour it full, otherwise, the water would definitely shake out.

As the saying goes: The poor must have something to hate, and it is used on the body of Huijue, so to speak: the hateful person must have something to be pitiful.

Two emotions filled everyone's hearts.

The water was relatively hot, Huijue held the teacup tightly in her hand, and the calories on her body had almost been consumed in the performance just now, so this bit of heat on the teacup was also very rare for her.

Huijue leaned over her body and towered her shoulders, it turned out that Huijue was no longer visible on her body. In such a short period of time, the image of people has changed so much, no one would believe it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes. The transformation between man and the devil is so fast.

From people to devils, from heroes to cowards, from goddesses to broken shoes and prostitutes, from politicians to prostitutes and hooligans, from powerful figures to prisoners, from smash hit star bowls to worthless scumbags, once you peel off the gold wrapped around the gold ball, you reveal the true nature of shit.

In 2014, in China, in the officialdom, in the entertainment industry, every day is staged a big drama of role reversal and revealing the original form, shit is shit, no matter how thick the gold leaf is, it can't change the essence of shit, but we must not forget that although history has the function of clarifying facts and restoring all things, the process of restoration will make us sick for a lifetime. Although the shit can't escape the fate of the shit in the end, when we think that the shit sold itself for the price of gold, the value system of the whole society has been seriously damaged, and the thought that we used the price of gold to buy so much shit, can we still laugh? We're disgusting, shit is counting bills. The thought of this could make us a nest for the rest of our lives.