If You Don't Accept the Confession, Why Are You Crying When I Change My Mind?

Women are always emotional creatures.

It is understandable to be easily emotional.

Especially the movie is really touching.

Not crying is not normal.

But even so, you can't wipe your tears all over yourself, right?

"Miss Yin, I have to remind you that my suit is very expensive."

Yin Shuya sobbed: "it's okay, I'll buy it for you if it gets dirty."

Jiang Zhou patted his shoulder generously: "Okay, if you have money, you are arrogant, please act recklessly."

"thanks."

Halfway through the movie, Jiang Zhou's shoulders and collar were full of tears.

Not to mention that women are made of water, it is really uncontrollable to cry.

"I never knew there were such poor people in the world who couldn't even afford life-saving medicine."

Jiang Zhou looked sideways slightly: "Rich women like you are in the minority, but the people in the movie are the majority."

Yin Shuya pinched his clothes with slender fingers: "Can we do something?"

"Film the story and let everyone know that maybe we can change something in some way."

"Have you ever seen someone like that in the movie?"

Jiang Zhou was silent for a while: "There is a merchant in the food street that cooperates with the dry rice man, called Da Qiang. His wife can't move, can't speak, and can only live on glucose and liquid food every day."

Yin Shuya was slightly startled: "Didn't you go to the hospital to see it?"

"Da Qiang left his family business and came to Beijing to see a doctor for his wife, but unfortunately the hospital couldn't find out why."

"21 It turns out that life is so fragile."

"Money is sometimes not a panacea, but it can buy lives, but most people have neither money nor their lives."

Yin Shuya looked at him with tears in her eyes: "Jiang Zhou, when you get rich, let's do charity work together."

Jiang Zhou sat up straight and looked at her in surprise: "Wait, why wait for me to get rich?"

"I lent you all my private money, and you will pay me back if you make a fortune!"

"That's what I borrowed based on my ability, why should I pay it back!"

"You are so shameless!"

Jiang Zhou smiled slightly: "Come on, continue watching the movie, my other shoulder isn't wet yet."

Yin Shuya glanced at him: "I really don't know if you have a conscience or no conscience."

Meanwhile, the audience attending the premiere had the same reaction.

In the beginning, there was still giggling in the theater.

But soon, the whole venue became silent.

And as the story progresses.

Many people can't help but feel heartbroken for the patients in the movie.

Some even took out their mobile phones and started looking for information on chronic myeloid leukemia.

Then, the story reaches the plot of the patient Lao Lu's death.

This is the first point of conflict and tear in the entire play.

When Lao Lu couldn't hold it anymore.

He got up from the hospital bed and glanced at his wife and children.

Then he resolutely ended his life in the bathroom.

As a result, there was a lot of sobbing at the venue.

Then there is the death of Yellow Hair.

When the God of Medicine roared and questioned the police.

Many girls' tears began to fall down their cheeks.

After half an hour, the movie ends.

But no one in the entire venue got up.

They were all silent, with red eyes.

They looked at each other and remained silent for a long time.

click -

Right now.

All the lights in the venue are turned on.

A slender hostess stepped forward.

She picked up the microphone, and a slightly trembling voice gradually surrounded the venue.

"First of all, welcome everyone to the premiere of I'm Not the God of Medicine."

"I believe everyone has seen the video just now, and I see many people crying too."

"This shows that the film is indeed a masterpiece."

"Like you, I haven't cried so happily for a long time."

"There is only one disease in the world, the disease of poverty. I believe this sentence has been deeply imprinted in everyone's mind."

"Next we want to invite the main creative team of this movie to play."

"Dear viewers and media friends, you can say whatever you want to ask."

Accompanied by a piece of gentle music.

Yin Shuya and Jiang Zhou stood up and took the stage together with the star and the director.

If it is some other movie.

The eyes of the media and the audience may be on the lead actor.

Compliment the handsome men and beauties, and chat about the shooting story.

But the film's premiere wasn't the same.

Because the whole story is so heartbreaking.

So everyone raised their heads and searched for the main creative team.

I want to know what kind of person can write such a script.

The hostess, of course, thinks the same way.

So she came to Jiang Zhou's side immediately.

"Mr. Jiang, I heard that you are the investor and screenwriter of this film, right?"

Jiang Zhou nodded: "Yes."

There were stars in the hostess' eyes: "Is it convenient to introduce your identity?"

"I'm a student at Shangjing University. My name is Jiang Zhou."

Hearing this sentence, the people in the venue showed their surprised eyes.

The script for this movie was actually written by a college student.

impossible!

The film contains a cold world, dire waters and a clear conflict between rich and poor.

How can a college student have so much insight into life?

How could he have written the words "there is only one disease in the world, and that is the disease of poverty"?

"It seems that your identity has aroused the curiosity of our audience."

"Then Mr. Jiang, can you talk about your creative experience?"

"Because this movie obviously doesn't fit your social experience."

Sure enough, there is this problem.

Jiang Zhou couldn't help but smiled helplessly.

How did he say?

Is it because I came through?

So Jiang Zhou could only come up with prepared remarks.

"Actually, my grandfather is a chronic myeloid leukemia patient, and his name is Cheng Yong."

After Jiang Zhou finished speaking, he silently apologized in his heart.

Father, when I was a child, I wrote my whole family to death in order to ask for leave.

You are the only survivor.

Maybe it's just for this moment to keep you alive until now.

For the sake of publicity, I can only sacrifice you.

I hope you don't watch TV these days.

Especially the Six Princess Channel.

"So this is what happened to your grandfather?"

"Yes, that is my poor grandfather, my dearest relative!"

"But isn't your surname Jiang?"

Jiang Zhou was slightly startled, then looked at the hostess.

Grandma, isn't this woman's eyes full of admiration for herself?

Why are you still dismantling yourself?

"Mr. Jiang?" 887

"Please don't pay attention to these details. Some grandpas were killed by devils when they were six years old."

The hostess was stunned for a moment: "Then... Are the stories in this movie really happening?"

"Film creation certainly includes references to life, but a large part of it is also an artistic adaptation."

"Then why did you write this movie in the first place?"

Jiang Zhou swallowed the word "making money": "I want to tell everyone that life is dignified."

The hostess was a little moved: "Mr. Jiang, is there anything you want to say to the audience now?"

"I would like to say that life is beautiful, and each of us should work hard to live it, no matter how difficult it is, because life will always be better."

"Well, besides that, is there anything you want to say to Grandpa?"

Jiang Zhou's mouth twitched slightly: "Grandpa, please leave me alone."

The hostess was stunned again: "Then..."

"Don't do this and that, why don't you interview our leading actor?"

"Ah, yes, then let's interview the main character of this drama!"

After half an hour, the premiere was over.

Jiang Zhou returned to the backstage with a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Yin Shuya suddenly ran over with tears in her eyes.

"Jiang Zhou, so this is your grandfather's story..."

Jiang Zhou helped his forehead: "Can you discuss it with your media friends, just cut the episode just now and don't broadcast it."

Yin Shuya was slightly taken aback: "Why is this?"

"I'm afraid that the sword in Master Ci's hand will slash at Ni Sun's body."

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