Is Queen of the Movies open today?

Xia Chan lay on the bed and struggled for half the night. The more she thought about it, the more she felt like a beast. Finally, she was so sleepy in the middle of the night that she managed to fall asleep.

At 09:30 the next morning, Xia Chan and Song Qi sat in the coffee shop two intersections away from the autopsy office, shaking their legs together.

"Sister Chan, will Gu Qinghui really come?" After one night, Song Qi still couldn't believe that Gu Qinghui agreed to their interview so easily.

"Nonsense." Xia Chan lowered her head and took a sip of coffee, showing nervousness all over her body, "Say less, don't bother me."

"Why does it feel like you've dug the grave of Gu Qinghui's family? This table can hardly hold your legs." Song Qi always felt that Xia Chan paid a lot for this interview. Seeing her nervous appearance, even if It's not the same as digging up Gu Qinghui's family's ancestral grave, this is obviously the performance before going to the execution ground.

"If I kneel down for Gu Qinghui later, don't stop me." Xia Chan really had the urge to kneel down for Gu Qinghui with a plop right now.

"Are you really digging someone's ancestral grave?"

Xia Chan rolled her eyes, and before she had time to explain, the door of the coffee shop was pushed open, and the two turned their heads when they heard the sound. Gu Qinghui stood at the door, looked around and saw them, walked over, and sat down opposite Xia Chan .

"10 minutes, I'll only give you 10 minutes." The expression on Gu Qinghui's face was as usual, no anger or anger could be seen, it was as calm as if everyone had met for the first time.

Xia Chan and Song Qi hurriedly took out the interview draft, picking up important questions and asking them first.

"Mr. Gu, may I ask why you pursue the profession of forensic medicine?"

"I like anatomy. Doctors don't have as many opportunities for forensic anatomy."

……

Song Qi secretly looked at Xia Chan with puzzled eyes.

Can this answer be published?
"Then what do you think is the significance of the existence of the profession of forensic medicine?" Xia Chan couldn't care so much, so she could only ask first, and then refine it if there was time.

"Autopsy. Provide the police with direct evidence of the body."

Song Qi sent Xia Chan a look again.

This... seems not suitable for direct publication.

"How has the profession of forensic medicine affected your life or your life?" Xia Chan took two deep breaths, reminding herself over and over again, hold on, hold on.

"It doesn't matter." He spent most of his life either on the dissecting table or studying. For him, the existence of others can only be an interruption. Only dissection is the only thing that accompanies him. There is no influence, only complement each other.

"Then what do you expect from your significant other? What is your ideal type?" Xia Chan turned the page. It seems that it is difficult to ask any breakthrough questions in terms of work, so she can only turn to her personal life up.

"There is no ideal type." Gu Qinghui's expression was light. Rather than saying that he didn't have an ideal type, it would be better to say that he didn't need anyone. He didn't need anyone's company, let alone spend the rest of his life with him.

"Then if you have someone you like very much in the future, how will you explain your career to her?" Xia Chan endured silently. A man without an ideal type shows his degree of perversion. From this point of view, this guy has grown up since childhood. You must have never been in love.

"Baidu." Gu Qinghui said concisely, "What you can find on Baidu is my explanation."

"That...can you be more specific?" Xia Chan couldn't hold it anymore, the way this guy answered the question was really not one or two strange things.

"Forensic medicine is a kind of national judicial expert. According to..." Gu Qinghui raised his head slightly, and blurted out a series of terms. Xia Chan was dumbfounded, and Song Qi pulled her sleeve under the table. She looked down, Song Qi She glanced at the concept of forensic medicine just released by Baidu on the phone screen.

That's great, word for word.

"Stop." Xia Chan quickly stretched out her hand to call for a stop, and told him to continue reciting like this. Ten minutes passed at the speed of light, so she had to turn over this question and ask the next one.

After asking a series of questions, Xia Chan glanced at the interview draft, feeling as if she hadn't asked any questions, and none of Gu Qinghui's answers could be published as accurate answers, let alone some unnutritive recitation concepts.

Looking at him like this, he is serious, not perfunctory. Xia Chan covers her face and sighs. It seems that she has encountered a major hurdle in her career.

"The last question, Mr. Gu, can we enrich your answer when we write an article for the newspaper?"

"Okay, as long as the central idea remains the same." Gu Qinghui nodded slightly, and with his affirmation, Xia Chan was slightly relieved.

As long as there is a chance to change, you can still find a way to save it.

Song Qi turned around and turned off the recording equipment, Xia Chan looked at the time, it was still half a minute away.

"One more question, Mr. Gu, if someone did something bad to you, would you forgive her?" Xia Chan put away the interview manuscript. Although the interview didn't go well, the mistakes she made, Still have to apologize.

"No." Gu Qinghui answered quickly and calmly, as if answering an ordinary interview question. After answering, 10 minutes ended. Gu Qinghui got up and left the coffee shop without saying goodbye.

The moment he missed her, Xia Chan felt a strong sense of frustration and indebtedness.

She thinks he taught her one of the most important truths in her career, that everything is done in moderation.

Being hated is really not a comfortable thing.

"Sister Chan, how should we write this manuscript?" Song Qi looked at their interview manuscript with a look of despair.

"Didn't you hear what he said? You can polish it, as long as the central idea remains unchanged." Xia Chan turned to look at Song Qi, "Show your professional attitude and change the manuscript to the way that most female compatriots like."

"I..." Song Qi was in a state of distress, but Gu Qinghui answered every sentence with "No, no, anatomy, it doesn't exist", and there are a series of official explanations that can no longer be official. How can these things be polished?
After solving Xia Chan's trouble, Gu Qinghui stayed clean for several days, no one outside the autopsy office harassed him anymore, the gossip from his colleagues gradually dissipated, and his life returned to normal, until one day, he received a letter from the newspaper office. Over the first page of the newspaper.

His photo was posted in the most prominent position, and every word he said seemed to have not changed, but it was different.

There is also the ideal type. When did he say "follow your heart, you will naturally meet the person you should meet"?
Although he took a breath, he had to admit that this newspaper was more professional than many other magazines. Of the ten published issues, six and a half were related to forensic science, and only three were related to spouse selection and life.

In view of this, he didn't bother with that psychopath.

Gu Qinghui shook the newspaper, ready to fold it and put it aside, when a piece of paper fell out from the fold of the newspaper, he leaned over to pick it up, and there were three large characters written on it.

I am sorry.

This man is funny.

Gu Qinghui curled his lips, saying that she was too clever and clever, that she was stupid and stupid, and her handwriting was extremely ugly. The apology letter stuck in the newspaper was too insincere.

A few days have passed since the newspaper was sent to Gu Qinghui's house, and there has been no news. Xia Chan can vaguely feel that this test has been completely passed, and the colleagues of the newspaper office will naturally look at them differently if they can interview Gu Qinghui. Only Xia Chan and Song Qi knew about it.

Just editing the manuscript, the two of them looked up the dictionary and stayed up all night for nearly three nights to make the finished manuscript look sincere and real, which not only conformed to the preferences of the majority of male and female compatriots, but also made Gu Qinghui unable to find faults.

After a two-day pause, I wanted to take a good rest, but I was frantically urged by my father's deadly phone call.

Xia Chan knew that her father would not contact her if he had nothing to do, so she deliberately left him alone for a while to calm down, and only picked up the third call.

"Hey, Dad, I'm writing a manuscript, what's the matter?"

"Cicada, it's over, the company is over..." Xia Nan sat slumped on the sofa with a dazed and panicked expression, he didn't know how to react at all at the moment, "I invested a wrong amount of money, and now the person in charge ran away with the money , the company continues to lose money and may go bankrupt..."

"How could this be?" Xia Chan frowned, and after thinking about it, her father had run this small company for more than ten years. Not surprising, but what surprised her was how he would call her.

She has no connections and no money. Compared to her, contacting Xia Qing is obviously a better choice.

Unless his intention was to reach someone else through her.

"It's all my fault..." Xia Nan lamented his regret at the beginning. He really had no intention of managing the company, but he also wanted to rely on the company's income to enjoy his old age. It would be best to find a good husband for his daughter, but now everything is about to come to nothing. We must find a way to stop all this, "Cicada, I can't get in touch with your sister, you can call her, our family needs her help now."

"My sister? Doesn't she go home every three days? I'm not busy with filming recently, so you can call her assistant." Xia Chan knew which sister her father was talking about, but she didn't want to reveal it. She put on the headphones and pretended not to understand. Type fast on the keyboard.

"It's not Qing'er, it's Xiao Xi. She blocked me, and even if you change your mother's phone number, she still has contact with you. You can intercede for Dad and let her stop talking with Jiang Feng. As long as Jiang Feng is willing to help, our family will be saved by moving his fingers..." Xia Nan has never been so urgent as now, and he even regrets why he agreed to dissolve the father-daughter relationship with Xia Xi, as long as they are still parents Girl, under the pressure of public opinion, Xia Xi has no way to ignore him.

"To be honest, Dad, my sister and I don't contact each other anymore. Ever since she quarreled with you last time, even I have been estranged. After all, I am also from the Xia family. It is understandable for her to be bored." Xia Chan was too lazy To deal with his father's small thoughts, it is even more impossible for his eldest sister to beg Jiang Feng to stop because of his father's mistakes.