After the call with Gu Xuan ended, Zhong Jiuyin was still sitting on the sofa for a while.

Judging from the past call records on the mobile phone, the interpersonal relationship of the original owner is not complicated, and the call records with notes are only those few duplicate names.

Including Feng Qing, but the last call with Feng Qing was at the beginning of the year.

Referring to Gu Xuan's words and the contents of the diary, she tried to speculate on the experience of the original owner in the past two years-

With the hope of realizing his dream, he debuted at the same time as Feng Qing and became an artist of Huancheng Entertainment.

The first drama was changed and suffered the first blow, but Feng Qing got resources and exposure safely.

Later, he also received several resources, but all of them failed, in contrast, Feng Qing successfully became the company's main artist by relying on resources again and again.

Among them, it is uncertain when Guo Mingli and Feng Qing hooked up, and at what stage Feng Qing and Su Cheng got involved.

The first time the original owner was replaced, was it Feng Qing's hand? Or is it really just her bad luck? In all the failures, what did Feng Qing and Guo Mingli participate in?

What is certain is that from the last time he received the play but there was no hope of broadcasting, to before the car accident, Guo Mingli must have been instructed by Feng Qing and did not take over the job for her again.

And during this time, she was alone in this small house, occasionally not eating or drinking day and night, looking at Feng Qing's success masochistically, thinking about her failures, and forcing a smile at her relatives who had too high expectations, and faking the illusion that she was living a good life.

Finally, maybe one day, maybe when it's time to chop vegetables and fruits? In a trance, he compared the knife to his wrist and slashed down.

Sometimes people's perception has a diversion gate, and the pain of the wound may allow the original owner to temporarily get rid of the emotional pain, and even get a little sick pleasure, always reminding himself of his existence.

In the most uncomfortable times, the blade may be cut deeper, and the threshold for accepting pain is raised again and again, and it is not so difficult to lead to suicide.

Zhong Jiuyin pondered, his fingertips brushing over his left wrist.

But the ghost sent a god, she stroked those scars, and after feeling a trace of coldness, the suicide scene of the original owner imagined in her mind was replaced, and she inexplicably remembered the touch of Yan Cheng's fingers touching her wrist during the interview.

Cool silky, itchy and whooshing.

…… Stop, how can a genius be affected by external objects when he thinks?

She shook off the strange feeling in her mind and forced her attention back to business.

After attempting suicide, the original owner actually came to his senses one day and decided to make a change and want to jump out of this emotion.

Guo Mingli didn't receive a play for her, so she searched for various audition notices on the Internet, went to find the kind of crew that was openly selected, and then went to audition alone.

Whether it works out or not, it's better to have something to do anyway than to stay at home until you're depressed, and it's better to eat a ten-dollar boxed lunch on the road than to cry while nibbling bread at home.

Speaking of which, the original owner has worked hard. It's just that maybe it's really bad luck, too unlucky, and got into a car accident on the way to an audition.

The step she finally took was erased, and no one knew what she had been through or what changes she had made, except for herself who had taken up her body.

Zhong Jiuyin leaned back on the sofa, looked past the half-open room door, and looked at the corner of the desk.

The houses in this dilapidated neighborhood are not very good, with the windows opening strangely in the middle, and only a small part of the desk is exposed to natural light.

The original owner probably sat in the place where there was no light, with a blank face, and wrote a diary with tears in his eyes.

After looking at it for a moment, she turned her head again and looked out the window of the living room.

The sun was sinking in the west, and the last bit of orange light slanted into the beams of the building outside, but this building did not sit north and face south, and the sun could shine into the bedroom at about four or five o'clock in the afternoon every day, and at other times, that little light could not climb the windowsill of her house even if she struggled hard.

Just like the original owner, the mood stays in a dark and damp corner, and he can't wait for the sunshine he wants in a short life.

Guo Mingli and Feng Qing should be taught a lesson, she thought.

…

Wednesday is the time for commercials.

This is the first resource Zhong Jiuyin received after appearing on a variety show, and Qian Yu asked her to show her strength.

He also said that if he didn't have the strength, he would work harder, and if he didn't work hard, he would go home and farm.

Of course, Zhong Jiuyin works hard, this is not a matter of not farming, she simply likes to realize her value in difficult work.

So she turned the cards more than a dozen times just by turning the cards, and the clothes and props were also changed.

Walking, running, jumping under the blinding lights, and even sitting on a single-section merry-go-round, I was so busy sweating and wiping, wiping and sweating.

Fortunately, this is just a one-man performance, there is no other trouble, and it can be done after four or five hours of hard work.

Qian Yu and the second assistant waited in the studio, seeing that she had finally finished filming, and hurriedly stepped forward to pick up someone.

Zhong Jiuyin wrapped one arm around the shoulders of the two mouths and hung on her like a disabled person.

Qian Yu handed her a bottle of water, and as she looked up and drank wildly, she glanced at another studio in the distance.

There was a person there who arrived at about the same time as her, and he was also shooting commercials, but now there is no one left, and even the venue is cleaned up.

"Hmm," she said with water in her mouth, her chin lifted to that side, and after swallowing, she asked Qian Yu, "Why did the people over there leave so quickly?" Didn't you say you had to shoot a few more times? ”

"People are famous, but it has only been two months since a drama became popular." Qian Yu said with his hands crossed.

"When this kind of time is up, fans pay for his fart, just shoot a section and go back slowly. Shoot dozens of times to pick slowly, and it's only suitable for you who have a small transparency where the contract amount is less than the money you pay for a retoucher. ”

Zhong Jiuyin: "...... Okay. ”

She drank another sip and sat down to rest.

The two of them held a small fan to blow the wind for her, and Qian Yu took advantage of this time to tell her about the arrangements behind.

It's simple, because there are no two.

At this time, the mobile phone that was put aside rang.

"Quack quack, quack quack, quack, quack—"

The rough duck cry startled Qian Yu and forgot to say anything.

The gaffer who passed by also looked at them in surprise, but he didn't notice that he tripped over the line under his feet, and the lamp in his hand fell to the ground, so that it could not be broken and rolled two meters away.

Qian Yu: "...... What the hell ringtones? ”

"Isn't it special? As soon as I heard it, I knew it was my phone ringing. She raised her eyebrows, and she was still very proud.

Stunning genius, you have to have a bell that matches your strength, which is different from ordinary people.

Qian Yu tugged at the corners of his mouth and did not comment.

Zhong Jiuyin poured saliva again after being proud, his eyes glanced at the screen, and when he looked at the notes, his eyebrows raised even higher.

"It's Yan Cheng."

Qian Yu and the two of them stared at her together.

"Pick it up, I guess he helped you take over the show."

She also felt that she was like a brother when she picked it up, and said, "Yan Cheng—"

Qian Yu: "...... You have a good attitude! ”

The person on the other side didn't think she had a bad attitude, and told her in a flat tone: "Now there is a martial arts drama that has a role suitable for you, but it is not a star, the director is Liu Ge, I will send you the information to see, if you are willing to take it, this role is yours." ”

Zhong Jiuyin nodded at Qian Yu, who was looking forward to it, and then replied: "Okay, three grams of oil." ”

It's a very standard pronunciation of three, grams, and oil, so standard that Yan Cheng can't figure out what she's expressing.

Yan Cheng: "... Is this the language of communication of some prehistoric humans? ”

Zhong Jiuyin: "There is no prehistory, this is how the heroine in my bedside book communicates with the noble prince, isn't it?" The communication habits of people in books often represent the habits of the general public at that time. ”

Yan Cheng: "A few years of bedside reading? ”

Zhong Jiuyin: "I think about it, it seems to be written in 09? ”

Yan Cheng: "You also know that it was 09 years, and it should expire when you buy a bottle of water, do you think your bedside reading has not expired?" ”

Before I even wrote that the two of them were together, I was already imagining the big high/tide of the little abuse

I really want to write the finale in the blink of an eye (tossing and turning)

(End of chapter)