When the little girl Orange rushed back to the custody room, her father was still asleep.

After her mother and aunt were busy, Juzi pulled her younger brother to follow the window and watch.

"Sister, when will Dad wake up?"

The younger brother asked timidly.

I don't know why, Juzi suddenly thought of Jiang Yang's words, "Dad's flowers have fallen, I'm no longer a child", she couldn't help touching her brother's head, "Soon, I'll wake up soon."

Mom and aunt are back.

They led the two of them to chase after them and thanked the doctor.

The doctor gave some medical advice, took the pen handed over by Juzi, wrote these on the paper, and smiled in the face of their gratitude: "These are what we should do, even if there is no greeting from Director Zhang, we will do our best."

Mom was stunned for a moment: "Director Zhang?"

"That's right."

The doctor put the pen in his pocket.

Mom wanted to ask, but the aunt pulled her, and after thanking the doctor, she pulled her mother away.

"I think the doctor who came to deliver a pen to Orange last time."

My aunt vaguely remembered that after returning the pen, the doctor came out of her brother-in-law's hospital room and met a young doctor in the hallway.

When the young doctor greeted him, he called Director Zhang.

When my mother heard this, she couldn't help but look at the oranges.

Orange was also ignorant, and he didn't know that Jiang Yang borrowed a pen, and there was an unexpected joy. This made Juzi embarrassed, and felt that it was rude to refuse the donkey handed over by Jiang Yang in the morning, let alone tell her stories.

As for the story -

Orange doesn't remember very well.

The only thing I remember is the sentence "Daddy's flowers have fallen, I am no longer a child".

Although the leaves she had picked for her father from the park were still red, she probably didn't understand the words.

She suddenly wanted to know the story.

I don't know why.

Maybe it's the little girl in the distressed story.

Or—

Let Jiangyang's story not be told in vain.

She took her mother's mobile phone and searched for this sentence, but she didn't find any valid information, so she searched with keywords such as camel, Song Ma, donkey rolling, books, etc., but still found nothing.

It can only be said that-

is worthy of the legendary Jiang Yang, and the books he reads are biased.

Dad is in the intensive care unit, and the family is temporarily idle.

Orange plans to go around the bookstore and ask the clerk or something to see if she can find the book.

And yet—

Orange searched all the bookstores in the neighborhood, but couldn't find this book, let alone find it, and the clerks had never heard of it.

Weird!

After getting off the bus stop, Orange scratched his head and walked to the hospital, puzzled.

She clearly remembered Jiang Yang saying that he read it from a book.

Never mind.

I don't want to.

Orange plans to turn to the almighty netizen when she goes back.

Just as she made up her mind and walked briskly towards the inpatient department, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of a young man smoking in the corner, and kept wiping tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands.

The walls of the hospital listened to more prayers than the church.

The orange has already walked past.

But—

She folded back again, took out a pack of tissues from her bag, silently placed it beside the young man, and walked away. After going upstairs, she took her mother's mobile phone, followed the content in her memory, refined the keywords, and posted relevant questions on knowing and pushing respectively, and by the way, she also @ some knowledgeable reading big V.

Evening.

In the hall of the Jingyi Grand Theater, there were many people.

"Right in front of the stage."

Xiao Yang glanced at the ticket in his hand and led the way in front.

Hou Bing and Lu Xiaoyu, holding the grapes on the left and right, walked towards their seats

。

"It's the most prime location."

Xiao Yang led them into their seats, "Where the voices gather, you can see it very clearly."

In Jiang Yang's words, looking for the dragon and dividing the gold to see the winding mountain, a heavy entanglement is a heavy pass, this is the theater feng shui treasure, no need to look up, no need to look down, the sound converges from all directions, a theater generally only has one or two rows of such a golden position, belongs to the VIP P, the director often sits in such a position to coordinate the overall situation during the rehearsal of drama synthesis.

You can't see the grapes, but it's nice to sit down and enjoy a feast for the ears.

"And gifts."

Hou Bing saw that there was a bottle of water and a gift box on each seat.

Lu Xiaoyu sat next to Xiao Yang: "Jiang Yang is not coming?"

This is a play he wrote.

She thought she could see the Great Demon King, and the thought of her being able to talk and laugh with the Great Demon King made her both excited and nervous.

"Not coming."

Hou Bing took a photo with his mobile phone: "He is learning to draw, he has classes in the afternoon, and he has to write homework in the evening.

"That's good."

Grape said.

In her next life, she also wants to be a painter.

"yes."

Xiao Yang sighed.

After graduating from college and experiencing social beatings, I realized how precious it was to be able to sit down and study, "Sister Ning's soft rice makes him eat comfortably."

"Your soft rice is good, too."

Hou Bing teased.

Since Xiao Yang and Lu Xiaoyu have been dating, their food at the convenience store at night has skyrocketed, but whenever there is a promotion, event, discount coupon, or new product or something, they can be the first to taste it.

Xiao Yang: "Get out."

Lu Xiaoyu opened the gift box at this time, and there was nothing else in it, just some couplets.

She was slightly disappointed.

"There are so many people, and I can't afford to give away good things."

Xiao Yang said.

As they were talking, a man wearing a mask and a hat sat next to them, surrounded by several people.

Xiao Yang glanced at him and saw that he had a cold face, cool, and looked very handsome.

But—

Xiao Yang watched Jiang Yang too much, and he didn't feel anything.

He ignored it, and looked down at the pamphlet in his hand—

This booklet was taken when I checked the ticket just now, it is the brochure of the drama "Wotou Club", and the name of the screenwriter Jiang Yang is in the first line below the four words "Wotou Hall" on the cover, and then there is the director Ouyang, art consultants, etc.

"Don't say—"

Xiao Yang saw that Jiang Yang's name was printed on it, which was quite like that, which made him very speechless.

Because—

The owner of this name painted in their group like this:

I bought an authentic, quite long baguette, he didn't eat it, but played with it, and asked Xiao Yang to prepare a few, which is called the best weapon for zombie siege, which can not only defend oneself, but also satisfy one's stomach, and the two in one can also be dipped in some jam and gnawed together, "Brother Gang, you don't say goodbye, Sister Ying hasn't been born for so long, I suspect it's Nezha, born with a backbone."

If Sister Ying doesn't give birth again, she will have to consider inducing labor.

"Mother Grape is a fan of Mr. Ouyang."

Hou Bing was also looking at the cover and the director's name, "I don't know if I can ask for a signature of Mr. Ouyang after the show."

As he said this, a group of people had just taken a seat in the front row of them.

The seated person glanced back at them, turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Jiang Yang didn't come?"

Wu Xiu shook his head.

"What about retreat study."

Wu Xiu was afraid that Mr. Ouyang would be too careful, so he told him not to talk about "Wotou Club", their Jiangyu Repertory Troupe's own son project "This Man is from the Earth" rehearsed yesterday, and Jiang Yang still didn't go, "Our Jiang screenwriter is still very good to work with, as long as we don't change the lines and dialogues in his script

and the plot, he will give people plenty of room to play."

Teacher Ouyang looked at the script in his hand, "You won't just come here to check, will you?"

Wu Xiu smiled.

Generally speaking.

Mr. Ouyang felt that he couldn't change the script on the spot, and if he wanted to change the script, he had to make a report, and he had enough reasons to persuade the screenwriter to do so, which was incredible, difficult to understand, and difficult to cooperate.

Just ask——

Whether it is the drama or the stage, during the rehearsal, the lines are not modified.

But—

Jiang Yang's script, he agreed very much.

Because—

Unless there is a common-sense mistake, it is really difficult for ordinary people to change every word of Jiangyang's script. His script seems to have been tempered by dozens of performances by stage actors, and some lines have more words and fewer words, so there is less flavor.

And—

Jiang Yang's script is still very silky.

As the opening drama of Jingyi, there is no shortage of wrists in this drama.

They also liked Jiang Yang's lines.

How to say it -

No matter how long or large the lines are, as long as they fit the character, the character's daily language and colloquial habits, they must be blurted out, and a good actor can even taste the flavor from the lines and quickly bring them into the role.

So—

Even if Wu Xiu had the task of checking, he was not worried.

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