I don't want to play anymore

However, until the moment before Zhang Ye boarded the plane, Cheng Yang did not send any more messages.

When they are filming costume dramas, their mobile phones are in the hands of their assistants most of the time when they are on the set. They can only use them for a while when they are taking a break between scenes. I won't come down easily, and it's hard to look at my phone when I have time.

Because Zhang Ye knew this, he didn't expect too much. Just when he replied Zhang Wen's message and was about to turn off the phone, Cheng Yang called, which surprised him.

"Let's go soon?"

There was still the whistling sound of the wind in the earpiece, it seemed that the person was still hanging on the coercion, Zhang Ye pressed the phone tightly to his ear: "Well, you just got on the plane, didn't you take pictures?"

"Old Wu was not very satisfied with the photo shoot just now, and I have to re-shoot it later. Xiao Zhang got the phone for me."

"Teacher Chang and the others went back to the hotel to rest?"

"Well, they said they would come back at night, will someone pick you up over there?"

Zhang Ye couldn't help laughing: "I can go home even if no one picks me up."

Cheng Yang clicked his tongue: "That's right, that's your home. That's fine, let's not talk for now, you can tell me when you arrive, but I may not reply in time."

"Pay attention, take good precautions, and remember to put on the plaster if you feel uncomfortable in your waist. I'll recite it for you when I go back this time."

Zhao Duoduo waited until his boss hung up the phone, and then handed over the steam eye mask that he took out from his bag: "What did Mr. Zhang say, is the old lady okay?"

"It's the same as yesterday, the dangerous period has passed." Zhang Ye sighed softly.

"That's good."

"My grandma is not very old, she will be fine." Zhang Ye said again.

Hearing his tone, Zhao Duoduo seemed to be comforting himself, and hurriedly echoed: "Of course, the best doctor, the best medicine, right, it will definitely be fine."

Zhang Ye stared blankly for a while, raised his hand and pulled down the sun visor, put on the blindfold, and leaned back in the seat.

Zhang Wen said that his grandmother was in stable condition, so she was not lying to him. The old lady had a ruptured blood vessel in her brain. No one can say how well it will recover later.

The old man was still sleeping when Zhang Ye went. He sat in front of the bed for a while after hearing what his grandfather had said, and then went to the outer room with his grandfather.

"Where are my sister and my father?" Zhang Ye asked.

"Your father went to pick up your mother. Your sister was still here just now, but she was called away by someone. She worked so hard these two days and didn't sleep for a few hours. I urged her to go back to rest, but she always said she was worried. .” Grandpa raised his hand and poured a cup of tea, and passed it to Zhang Ye across the table.

"Grandma, what's going on this time?" Zhang Ye asked again.

"When I woke up in the morning, I felt dizzy. I said that it might be due to high blood pressure. I asked her to take antihypertensive medicine. She said that it is not good to take medicine on an empty stomach after eating. As a result, she fell down as soon as the meal was served."

Zhang Ye nodded, and glanced at the ward inside through the door.

"Don't be bitter and bitter, it's like this when you're old," grandpa comforted him, "I said I wouldn't let you come back, but you guys are so busy filming, playing the lead actor, and the lead actor asked for leave, so you have to go to the show." Hou Yan, your sister can't tell if you don't tell me, I think so, we are afraid that you will complain later." The old man smiled at him after finishing speaking.

Zhang Ye took a sip of water, his sullen face finally showed some expression, he put down his glass and said in a low voice, "I'm not the leading actor."

Old Chu thought for a while, and said, "That's not the male number one, it's also the male number two. I've read all your dramas and novels."

Zhang Ye looked up at his grandfather unexpectedly: "Are you still reading novels?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Old Chu asked.

Zhang Ye shook his head: "No."

Zhang Wen went to the hospital with his mother, Chu Ning, and they haven't seen each other for more than a year, but because she often likes her in Moments, Zhang Ye saw that his mother didn't even feel unfamiliar, and walked over naturally: "Grandma just Wake up, take it easy, don't cry, you'll be in trouble if you get her excited again."

Chuning stared at him in a daze for a few seconds, then softly reprimanded and said, "Why are you talking rougher and rougher, you kid, you have to use it with your mother."

Zhang Ye saw Zhang Wen giving him a thumbs up from the opposite side, and he pursed the corners of his lips: "That can't be helped, who made you always absent from my growth, or you wouldn't give it to me when I first had a sign. Corrected back."

Well, in a word, the expression on Chuning's face became serious again.

His father Zhang Bin shook his head silently, Zhang Ye also obediently shut up, and the family of four entered the inner ward together.

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At this moment, Cheng Yang just got off the show, and his bones seemed to be falling apart. Xiao Zhang handed him water: "Just now your friend called and said they will be here in a few minutes."

Cheng Yang took the water and took a sip: "Yes."

Xiao Zhang added: "I asked them to wait at the caravan first, and you have to change your costumes before filming at night, so just rest there for a while."

"En." Cheng Yang responded again, and screwed back the cap of the pure water bottle.

Zhao Tao packed a bunch of food and asked Xiao Zhang to come with him. However, there is limited space in the RV, and the booth can accommodate up to three people. Xiao Zhang said it was too crowded, so he took a portion and got out of the car. Also cool.

Cheng Yang came out after changing his clothes, and Zhao Tao was taking off the lid of a portion of salt-baked chicken: "Is it delicious?"

"Fragrant," Cheng Yang walked over and squeezed a piece, "Where did you buy it? It doesn't seem like it's available here."

Zhao Tao smiled and said, "I carried it on my back."

"How did you carry it?" It's not easy to carry cooked food in such a hot day.

"Ice cubes, ice water, foam boxes." Zhao Tao said proudly.

"You are amazing." Cheng Yang gave him a thumbs up.

Zhao Tao explained: "Mr. Chang came up with the idea. I'm only in charge of running errands. Is there really no such thing here?"

"Really." Cheng Yang swiped his phone while eating.

Zhao Tao caught a glimpse of it, paused for a moment with his hand holding the chopsticks, and looked away as if nothing had happened.

Cheng Yang sighed silently, thinking that Zhao Tao was still not easy to accept, he picked up a stool with his feet and sat down, and opened the dialog box on top.

Zhang Ye was just about to have dinner, when he heard the phone ring, he immediately picked it up.

Agronomist who specializes in growing strawberries: Have you met grandma? How is the situation of the old man?

Chapter page: At present, the disease is under control, and it is not clear to what extent it can recover in the later stage. Are you calling it a day?

Agronomist who specializes in growing strawberries: Well, Taozi brought a bunch of food, we are going to eat, how about you?

Chapter page: Still waiting for the food to be served, what's delicious?

An agronomist who specializes in growing strawberries: I'll show you some photos, some of which he memorized from his hometown.

The corners of Zhang Ye's mouth curled up unconsciously, and Zhang Wen next to him glanced at him: "Help me get the tissue."

Zhang Ye handed over the tissue box, and continued to tap on the phone screen with lowered eyes.

Zhang Wen glanced at him again, took out a tissue and wiped the table: "Don't talk nonsense later."

"What's wrong?" Zhang Ye asked without looking up.

"What Dad and Grandpa mean is that they want to keep Mom here. You can be sweeter later and say something nice." Zhang Wen told him in a low voice.

Zhang Ye looked up and saw that his father was still talking on the phone in a low voice, his grandfather was sitting on the sofa next to him, wearing reading glasses, watching the news, and his mother hadn't come back from the bathroom, so he sighed and relaxed. The voice said: "It's been so many years, you still don't know if sweet talk is useful or not?"

"Then don't talk, you'll choke if you open your mouth," Zhang Wen said.

Zhang Ye didn't make a sound, and clicked on the picture sent by Cheng Yang, looked at it carefully, and finally sent the picture to Zhang Wen next to him: "I want to eat this."

"Chicken?" Zhang Wen turned to look at him incredulously, "Did you have no meat to eat on set? Or is it because your manager told you to keep your weight?"

"The food in the crew's box lunch is too spicy." Zhang Ye took the phone back and continued to reply to the message with his head bowed.

Zhang Wen picked up the tablet beside him and added food to him: "What are your plans after this movie is finished?"

"I haven't thought about it." Zhang Ye said absently.

"I chatted with Shan Jie for a while. The company's next advertisement will be subcontracted to Feijian. You can choose a few shots if you want. After a few years, there is no splash at all. It would be embarrassing to say it."

Zhang Ye glanced at her sideways: "Who are you talking to?"

"Those family friends, friends in the business field, there will always be people who are curious about what Zhang Bin's son is doing, you will always come back to take over the company in the future, do you really expect me and dad to help you for a lifetime?" Zhang Wen smiled Said non-smilingly.

"That would be embarrassing." Zhang Ye said.

"What?" Zhang Wen didn't understand what he meant for a while.

"Isn't it embarrassing for Zhang Bin's son to gain a sense of presence in the entertainment industry by taking commercials for his company?" Zhang Ye looked at her and said, "Actually, in the end, you just reminded me to come back as soon as possible and be a social animal. To be honest, why bother?" Big bend."

Zhang Wen put the tablet back on the table and took another tissue to wipe her hands: "Are you in a relationship?"

Zhang Wen is like this. When she can't answer a question, or doesn't want to answer it, she will directly change the subject.

Chapter Page's finger on the screen lifted a little distance: "You can see it."

"It may not be a big deal on others, but it's quite obvious to you," Zhang Wen let out a soft breath, and put the tissue on top of the ossuary, "And you don't hide it from me."

"Yeah." Zhang Ye smiled lightly and continued to reply to Cheng Yang.

"Before you plan to quit the circle, it's best not to be photographed," Zhang Wen paused, and then said: "Of course, it's okay if you are actually photographed."

Zhang Ye's eyelids drooped. It was really nothing to him to be photographed. At worst, if he was photographed today, he would stamp his name and quit the circle today, but Cheng Yang might not think so.

Zhang Wen noticed his gradually dimming expression, glanced at him, and asked coolly: "What? Haven't caught up yet?"

"Hmm." Zhang Ye responded inexplicably, pointing his chin in the direction of the door of the private room: "Your target tonight has come in."

Chuning looked more than ten years younger than his actual age, and his clothes were more fashionable than the pair of children in the room. When Zhang Ye heard his elder sister greeted her with a smile and began to talk about homework, he suddenly felt a strange feeling strangeness.

Zhang Ye doesn't know whether his mother has found that "self" when she came back this time, and whether she will leave them and go on the road again, but he feels that he needs to redefine "Chuning" in his heart, the person in front of him, the person in the circle of friends , The mother in the memory may not feel the difference at the first meeting, but in-depth contact, there are completely three different feelings.

The mother in the memory is shining on the stage, the mother in the circle of friends is always fairy-like, and the person in front of me, although fashionable and young, has a strong disgust for the unknown, and the chapter page seems to see A tormented soul imprisoned in a beautiful crystal bottle, she is a person first, a mother, wife and daughter.

When Zhang Ye came back to his senses, he saw his grandfather sitting beside him smiling and looking at him: "My dear grandson, it's your turn, what do you want to say to your mother?"

Zhang Ye raised his eyes and saw his parents on the opposite side staring at him. His father had a slight smile on his face, while his mother's expression was very serious. It exists like a mascot, and the mascot has nothing to say."

Several people at the table looked at him, but Zhang Ye looked towards the door of the box: "The chicken I want is here." His mother's face showed a moved expression from the corner of the eye.

This hotel is probably not good at making salt-baked chicken, or not so confident in making authentic salt-baked chicken, so it made several chicken dishes on its own initiative, Zhang Ye took pictures with his mobile phone one by one, and Cheng Yang sent him the Put one together and posted a Weibo. When he posted it, he was thinking about a somewhat metaphysical question. What is the relationship between chickens made by different cooking methods and the original chicken? The different identities defined by the outside world are still the final result of each choice, but because of Wu Zhen's forwarding-you kid will spend a lot of time as soon as you leave the group, pay attention to your weight, don't make your face round-it is crooked to the people The masses like to eat and drink the most.

That night, when he was about to go to bed after taking a shower, Cheng Yang called, and the first sentence he said was also in a teasing tone, asking him, "Is it delicious?"

"It's okay, but I want to eat the kind you eat more." Zhang Ye said with a low smile.

"That's where we go to our hometown to eat more authentic food. By the way, I'm going to ask for leave in two days."

"Report to school?"

"Well, I happened to go there with Teacher Chang Taozi and the others. Originally, I only asked for two days off. In the evening, Lao Wu said that there were two actors in the crew whose schedules couldn't be separated. He arranged two big night scenes. After filming this After a few days, they finished filming, and I have to wait for you to come back for the rest of the play, so Lao Wu said that he can give me two more days off."

Zhang Ye thought that when he went back to the hospital to see his grandmother after dinner, Zhao Duoduo pulled up a list of the scenes he hadn’t filmed and sent them over. Apart from Cheng Yang, he still had about twenty scenes with other actors. It is estimated that Old Wu Will not give him a fake.

"When are you going to City A?"

"I plan to go there on the 8th." Cheng Yang said.

"Go back on the 11th?" Zhang Ye asked again.

"Well, I will arrive on the 8th. I may have dinner with Teacher Chang Jun in the evening. I will go to see the house with Taozi and the others the next day. I will report on the 10th and go back on the 11th." Cheng Yang said.

"What house are you looking at?" Zhang Ye lifted the quilt, got up and went to the refrigerator to drink ice water.

"Taozi and Mr. Chang plan to rent a two-bedroom apartment. Mr. Chang Jun helped them check it out on the Internet. We may go to see it together at that time."

"I thought you were renting a house." Zhang Ye turned on the speaker, put the phone on the table, and unscrewed the bottle cap.

"The school has a dormitory, and I live in the dormitory." Cheng Yang said.

"You...don't think about renting a house? At least it's quieter than a dormitory." Zhang Ye said.

"I haven't lived in a dormitory before, and I really want to try it." Cheng Yang said that he couldn't afford the dormitory fee when he was in middle school, and he could hardly afford all the tuition and other expenses, so he continued to go to school.

It's just that after he finished speaking, the two of them were silent at the same time.