Relying on a mouthful of immortal energy to mix in the entertainment industry

"Yes!" The director gestured towards Shen Xi, "Good job."

Shen Xi stretched out his hand to help the martial artist on the ground up: "Are you okay." He knew the strength of his kick just now, it was definitely not light.

Wu Ti glanced at him, a little surprised in his eyes.

Shen Xi whispered: "Sorry."

Yan rushed over with a look of nympho: "Mr. Shen, you kicked so handsome just now!"

Shen Xi: "..."

He looked at her amusedly: "There's no such thing as a handsome man who hits someone."

"It's cool to beat a bad guy." Yan said excitedly.

It was early today when work was over, Shen Xi and Yan were going to the hospital to see An Xu, but Ou Huo was bored anyway, so they followed them together.

Anxu had been on the drip for two days, but her complexion was still very bad, but the fever subsided a little, but she still looked weak, her eyes were not soft, and even her lips were pale.

"Thank you for coming to see me." Anxu smiled warmly.

Yan waved his hand generously: "Ah, we are all colleagues, come, take a photo!"

She happily jumped to the side of the bed, leaned her head next to Anxu, and took out her mobile phone to take a selfie: "Well, I think you look better after you're sick, you look sickly beautiful?"

Anxu looked at her young and energetic face, and smiled softly: "Stop making fun of me."

Ouhuo looked at An Xu, and asked abruptly, "Do you understand that you can go back?"

Anxu hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "I probably can't."

Ouhuo sneered: "Tian Yu brought the screenwriter into the group, and now you are going to delete your part because you are sick, An Xu...you can't be a little self-motivated!"

It doesn't matter that An Xu was deleted, the main reason is that Tian Yu, that trash, added drama to him, and the drama changed, and everyone's hard work was wasted.

Shen Xi, Yan, and many other crew members are working hard, and they all want to make something different from the sand sculpture romance dramas in recent years.

"I'm sorry..." An Xu whispered, his voice was soft and a little hoarse.When he said he was sorry, he would habitually bow his head, just like the stupidest kid in school, who would never change after repeated admonitions, made mistakes and made mistakes, and apologized insincerely.

It also seems very cowardly.

"I'm sorry for the shit!" Ouhuo sneered, "Old man Lin is dead, his son missed the past and got you a role, why? After this time, you are going to..."

"Ouho!" Yan threw a mobile phone towards Ouho's feet, "You are fucking sick! Keep your mouth clean."

The phone shattered with a snap, and Ouho was startled: "You're crazy!"

Yan sneered: "Are you here to see the patient or to make trouble!"

Ouhuo turned around and left: "If it wasn't for following Shenxi, you fucking thought I would come?"

He left Yan a cool and domineering back, and Yan instantly felt that he hadn't won the quarrel, and rushed out of the ward without taking his bag, chasing Ou Huo and continuing to quarrel.

Shen Xi closed the door, and said to An Xu apologetically, "Don't take it to heart."

In the end, he saw An Xu leaning against the head of the bed and drawing, just as if he wasn't the one who was arguing with those two guys just now.

Shen Xi smiled slightly: "What are you painting?"

Anxu handed him the painting: "Look."

What is painted on the painting is a radish, which is a sketch.

There is only one radish, no color, bleak black and white, the most entry-level works.It matched Anxu's pale face indescribably.

For such a young person, there is always a feeling of indifference between his brows and eyes.

Anxu is a very polite person, he is too ordinary, except that he looks better than ordinary people, I can't find anything special about him, he is polite, reticent, hides when he can, almost Don't talk much.

Shen Xi's deepest impression of him is that he always seems to be huddled in a corner, ready to say: "Sorry."

"Mr. Shen, is my painting good?" An Xu looked at Shen Xi expectantly, this look is very rare, An Xu's eyes are always a little indifferent.He looked at Shen Xi eagerly, and Shen Xi couldn't bear to say that he actually didn't understand Huahua.

He had no choice but to say: "It looks good, I can't even draw."

An Xu looked at him in surprise: "What? You can't draw? I thought..."

Shen Xi smiled warmly: "Why?"

An Xu sighed for a long time, put the pen in his hand on the bedside cabinet, and looked at Shen Xi with soft eyes: "You are the most knowledgeable and polite person I have ever met, I think, you seem to be I can do anything, compared to you, I am like the sand on the ground."

Shen Xi looked at Anxu in front of him, and suddenly his heart seemed to be touched by something. He put his hand on Anxu's shoulder, and said softly: "There is no difference between people, the so-called difference between cloud and mud. , does not refer to a person's status and knowledge, but refers to virtue and character."

An Xu smiled wryly: "For a person like me, it's very difficult to be a clean person."

It's not easy to talk about Shen Xi's later words. He has no intention of digging into Anxu's situation and privacy. Those things are unbearable and difficult to talk about, and he doesn't want to mention them in front of Anxu.

Even if, the entire entertainment circle felt that this was not a big deal.

But he saw pain in An Xu's eyes...

"Everyone in this world is facing their own misfortunes and sorrows. We don't need to criticize some insignificant things. Anxu, it's already very rare for you to be able to do your best." Shen Xi said .

He looked at An Xu with clear eyes, soft and gentle.

At that moment, Anxu seemed to be redeemed. He was like a believer groping alone in the dark, and finally found his faith, his light.

Two days later, An Xu filmed while sick.

Bai Tian, ​​who had gone astray all over his body, looked pale at the side of the beautiful mountain stream, looked at Song Qian, and smiled slightly.

This smile seemed to wipe away all grievances and hatred, as well as good and evil.

There is no longer justice and evil between them, nor are they rivals in love.

He was just a young man who went astray, and finally found a trustworthy person. He looked at the infinitely beautiful mountain scenery with desolate and weak eyes, and said lightly: "Mr. Shen, I didn't have father and brother to guide me when I was young. Very frightening."

Song Qian walked towards him slowly: "You are still young, you are not old yet, everything is still in time. The so-called teacher, preaching, receiving karma and dispelling doubts, whenever and wherever you want to ask for advice, I will respond to you .”

Looking at him during the day, he didn't speak anymore, admiring, admiring, grateful, everything was in his eyes.

This passage passed perfectly.

Everyone was infected by their emotions, Yan watched from the sidelines and wiped away tears.

No one noticed that this time, An Xu called "Teacher Shen" instead of "Teacher Song".

Later, people who knew all the stories commented that this was the most moving goof in the history of television.