A Record of the Survival of the Excellent Female Supporting Work through the Book

"Fuck, what are you doing?" The boy with the basketball in his hand glanced at Ah, who was squatting in the corner, with disgust.

She was splashed with an unknown yellow liquid, and in this September day, she exuded a strong stench.

Alan held his head in a daze, unable to react for a while.

It was the boy who threw the basketball into the arms of the person next to him: "What are you doing, you guys, don't dirty my seat if you want to, what did you splash?"
Seeing that he was going to touch it, a few girls with their hair covered and make-up quickly stopped him: "You are stupid, this is pee."

Boy: "vomit_"
There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

Alan's shoulders flinched, his empty eyes moved slowly, and he reacted slowly.

It turned out to be urine.

Suddenly, she stood up abruptly, not caring that the teacher had already entered the classroom with a notebook, and ran out with a stride.

The teacher who entered the door was staggered and smelt a strange smell. He frowned and wanted to say something, but Alan had already disappeared.

He cursed secretly: "Unlucky."

Alan ran for a long time, and when she ran out of the school, she became dazed.

Because she doesn't know where to go.

An Luohe is economically backward, and Alan's school is also poor, but there is still no shortage of students who are sent in.

Alan touched his hair, it was very smelly.

Finally, she chose a flower bed, and she squatted beside the flower bed.

She didn't want to go back to school, and she didn't want to go home.

At least not now.

Alan thought silently, wait a little longer, and she will go back to school.

Suddenly there was more water on her face, and she touched her own face in a daze, a trace of bewilderment flashed in her empty pupils.

After a while, she came back to her senses.

Oh, so she was crying.

She subconsciously licked her fingers, but there was no taste.

it's a pity.

she thinks.

The textbook says that tears are salty, so if you think about it, the textbook may not be right.

In a daze like this, a pair of shoes suddenly appeared in his sight.

"You, don't cry." The boy's muffled voice came.

The boy's fingers were fair, his complexion was abnormally white, a little sick, as if he had never seen the sun, he bent slightly, and handed Alan a handkerchief.

Very clean, it smells like washing powder.

Alan took it slowly, her eyes were covered by thick bangs, and she couldn't see the change in her eyes.

She looked up at the boy standing in front of her, and when she caught the handkerchief with her fingertips, she inadvertently touched the boy's fingertips.

The object of entry was the slightly red face of the young man, who looked a little shy and young. Alan was dazzled, and she squinted subconsciously.

Later, Alan remembered this scene for many years, and dreamed of those eyes every night.

"Thank you." She said in a low voice, not daring to raise her head again.

The young man pursed his lips, "Why are you here alone?"

He made a gesture to sit next to Alan, but Alan quickly avoided it as if he had encountered a virus.

The boy froze for a moment, a little helpless: "What's wrong with you?"

Alan lowered his eyes, and his voice was still low: "Dirty."

I am dirty.

"Okay, call it a day." Meng Gang narrowed his eyes and smiled from ear to ear.

He finally knew why Zhang Li said that, Song Jianjian was a fucking miracle.

Shooting today, it is not too smooth.

Which director does not care about such actors?

Meng Gang thought to himself, it's a good thing he didn't reject Song Jianjian at the beginning, such a person would be very angry if he left early.

So it is much cheaper to invite Song Jianjian to film now than in the future.

Meng Gang thought with a smile, it seems that he has made a profit.

Song Jianjian left the stage, slumped on the chair a little tired.

Tangyuan pressed her shoulder: "Sister Song, how are you doing?"

Song Jianjian didn't speak.

Maybe even Tangyuan felt that she should be in the show immediately after the show. In fact, it should be like this, but today is really special.

For a while, Song Jianjian couldn't tell the difference between reality and filming.

When playing Alan, she always had the illusion of empathy, as if she had experienced those experiences.

But after thinking about it carefully, although she lived in an orphanage when she was young, the headmaster didn't treat her well, and the children in the orphanage didn't like her, but she never experienced the pain that Alan experienced.

How could there be such empathy?
Song Jianjian got up and went to the bathroom, water leaked from his fingers with a splash.

She took a handful of cold water and washed her face, and then she got better.

Song Jianjian propped his hands on the edge of the sink, and he could see his own face in the mirror. It was the same as usual, but his eyes were a little scary.

Just thinking about it, a person walked in the mirror.

Jiang Qingyan closed the door and looked at her coldly.

Facing Song Jianjian, her malice was unsparingly released.

Maybe it was pretending before, but now
Ever since she was kicked out of Lu's house by Lu Xing, Jiang Qingyan pinned all her resentment on Song Jianjian, and since she joined the group, although she was doing well, she made no secret of her hostility towards Song Jianjian.

"You and Lu Xing broke up?" She walked to the sink and began to wash her hands slowly, her tone of question was a bit casual.

Song Jianjian slightly raised his eyelids: "What does it have to do with you?"
In fact, she was a little confused, didn't Jiang Qingyan know that she divorced Lu Xing?
Why did you come to ask her?

Jiang Qingyan sneered: "Are you overturned? Hehe, I just said how could senior Lu have such poor eyesight, and he must have reached his limit if he can bear you for so long?"

Song Jianjian glanced at her indifferently: "It makes you happy for nothing, I have a good relationship with your senior Lu."

Jiang Qingyan's expression changed when she heard the words, and she even said immediately: "Impossible."

Song Jianjian snorted and raised his eyebrows.

Jiang Qingyan couldn't make up her mind for a while: "If you are really still with Senior Lu, why did he deliberately make things difficult for you last time you had dinner?
It turned out to be the case.

Song Jianjian suddenly realized, and at the same time, he felt a little suspicious.

Did Lu Xing really not tell Jiang Qingyan that he divorced her?

No, according to the plot, Lu Gou and Jiang Qingyan will have an underground relationship in the near future. Why does it seem that something is wrong now?
Song Jianjian suppressed the feeling of something wrong in his heart for the time being, and chuckled softly, revealing a bit of shyness: "Miss Jiang, people who are not married don't understand, those of us who are married call this kind of fun."

Jiang Qingyan's face turned ugly, she clenched her fingers, and sneered, "Are you cheap? How long are you going to delay Senior Lu? Shameless."

"Snapped--"

Crisp applause echoed in the empty bathroom.

Jiang Qingyan's face was distorted, and she was stunned.

Song Jianjian moved his wrist and looked down at her.

She is 1.7 meters tall, a bit taller than Jiang Qingyan.

Song Jianjian raised his hand to grab her neck, pushed her back, and knocked her against the wall, with an indifferent expression, as if looking at a dead person.

"I don't care about you because I'm afraid of you, but I never deal with mad dogs."

The fingernails pinched Jiang Qingyan's face, and she turned red in surprise: "But if the mad dog still wants to come up to me, I will let her taste it."
How did he die. "

Jiang Qingyan didn't dare to move, her whole body froze, her pupils shrank, and she looked at Song Jianjian tremblingly.

Seeing that she was finally being honest, Song Jianjian let go of his hand lightly, and wiped her body with his fingers, as if he had touched something dirty.

"Next time you see me, don't come close to me." She bent down slightly, washed her hands in front of the sink, and looked through the window and the window in front of her.
Jiang Qingyan got it right: "Otherwise, it wouldn't be so easy to talk about."

After all, Song Jianjian opened the bathroom door and walked out slowly, without even giving Jiang Qingyan a look when he was leaving.

As for Jiang Qingyan, who was intimidated by Song Jianjian, her eyes that had been out of focus gradually regained focus when they left.

She was leaning against the wall, her fingernails clipped in her palms, and she was blushing.

"Song Jianjian—" She distorted her facial features, and now she wished she could swallow Song Jianjian alive.

As soon as Song Jianjian returned to the studio, he was stopped by Jiang Zhiyou: "Where is Qingyan?"

Song Jianjian was still angry, but he was in a better mood.

She had long wanted to teach that idiot Jiang Qingyan a lesson, and this time she finally got her wish.

I feel comfortable all over.

Song Jianjian moved his wrist, and slowly raised his eyelids to take a look at Jiang Zhiyou, thinking that he was amazing: "I'm not Jiang Qingyan's mother, how do I know where she is?"

Jiang Zhiyou's face froze, and when he realized that he was making too much of a fuss, he apologized to Song Jianjian in a kind way.

"Sorry, I'm a little worried after seeing Qingyan hasn't come back for a long time."

"A little worried? Worried about me bullying her?" Song Jianjian snorted slightly: "You really underestimate me, am I a person who will dirty my hands?"

Jiang Zhiyou was blocked by her and couldn't speak a word, so he could only smile: "I'm really sorry, Miss Song, don't take it to heart."

Song Jianjian also felt that he was strange. When he came to this world, he took on two scripts, but in the two crews, he couldn't deal with the actor who played the leading role.

wipe!
It seems that I have to find a time to burn incense and worship Buddha, and I wish for good luck.

If this continues, she will be pissed off.

After a while, Jiang Qingyan came out of the bathroom.

As soon as he came out, Jiang Zhiyou ran over immediately, with a sullen face on his face: "What's going on?"

Jiang Qingyan's face was still swollen, and she knew at a glance that she had been beaten, and there were nail marks on the corner of her mouth.

She moved her lips, wanting to say something, but in the blink of an eye, meeting Song Jianjian's calm eyes, she swallowed the words as soon as she reached her lips.

"fine."

Even though she said that, her eyes were still red, and she knew she had been wronged at a glance.

Jiang Zhiyou's face darkened: "What's going on?"

As soon as Jiang Qingyan was cared about, the grievances in her heart immediately surged up.

But I have to say that Song Jianjian really scared her when she came out of the toilet, so much so that she just threw herself into Jiang Zhiyou's arms and cried.

And no matter how Jiang Zhi asked, she refused to say.

Meng Gang next to him saw the tired and crooked looks of the two, and looked away with some disgust.