The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

As soon as they returned to the set, many people came to visit Song Zhixia when they learned that Song Zhixia had been discharged from the hospital, but Chen Ye stopped them all because he was not in good health.

Song Zhixia sat in a chair and played games, while Chen Ye asked him, "Do you remember everything I told you in the hospital?"

The sound effects of the game kept ringing in the room, Song Zhixia didn't even raise his head, the operation in his hand was almost flying, and he replied distractedly: "Remember."

"Then after you finish playing this game, post a report on Weibo to reassure fans. It's best to attach a photo as a bonus."

Chen Ye had to deal with a lot of things during this time, including the constant stream of support from the fans, the condolences that almost exploded, everyone crying and washing their faces with tears. If Song Zhixia didn't show up again, the fans would bury him alive.

Song Zhixia nodded absently.

On the screen, Hou Yi was holding a longbow and continuously outputting. With the cooperation of his teammates, he successfully got five kills, and took advantage of his advantage to push to the high ground in one fell swoop and break the crystal.

Someone knocked on the door again, most likely to visit Song Zhixia, Chen Ye went to open the door, turned around and repeated as he walked: "No more opening! Post on Weibo, right now!"

Song Zhixia closed the game honestly, logged on to Weibo, looked at Song Zhixia V's account, and flipped through the contents at random.

There are not many traces of private life in the account, most of them are advertisements, unlock the secret of the source of water with me, I have a date with winter, etc.

He watched Liao Ran with great interest.

The most recent post on Weibo was a month ago, and it was retweeted by a certain director to release a movie, and the comments below it broke a million, and everyone cried and asked how Xia Zai was doing.

Song Zhixia's finger that swiped the screen paused, staring at the word Xia Zai for a while, if I understand correctly, are you calling him?

What's the matter, when he was a star before, he gave people such a milky impression?It's so unmanly.

Song Zhixia suddenly lost all desire to speak, but considering Chen Ye's strict regulations, he was forced to open the business, reported safety, and sent a picture.

After posting Weibo, the door was opened, Chen Ye welcomed Qin Chengyue in, and gave Song Zhixia a wink by the way.

Song Zhixia put down the phone, stood up politely, and nodded slightly: "Director Qin."

This is the result of Chen Ye's long-term training. He sent Song Zhixia's personality, habits, petty movements, manners, modal particles, and staying up late to sort out [-]-word documents to him, and ordered him to read them and practice them so that no one could read them. It is the best effect to reveal his amnesia.

After reading the document, Song Zhixia felt hopeless, and the real version of me played myself and went online.

Qin Chengyue routinely said a few words of concern for him, then changed the subject and asked the question he cared most about: "Zhixia, I heard that your head was also injured, right? Do you remember the characters in that line?"

Song Zhixia recalled the content of the document, the corners of his lips seemed to be painted on, and his voice was gentle: "I remember."

Chen Ye on the side couldn't help but nodded in his heart, praising Song Zhixia's superb acting skills.

Hearing this, Qin Chengyue heaved a sigh of relief. There is no male lead in the crew these few days, and the management already has opinions. His pressure is increasing day by day. Now Song Zhixia is not brain-damaged. How do you handle the fifth act?"

Chen Ye, whose smile hadn't yet formed at the corner of his mouth, froze, his mood took a turn for the worse, and he tried to maintain a calm face: "Director Qin, Zhixia has only been discharged from the hospital not long ago, and these details may not be so clear."

"It doesn't matter." Qin Chengyue looked at Song Zhixia with anticipation and encouragement in his eyes, "You can just talk about it, there is no pressure."

Chen Ye, who knew everything, was roaring in his heart, how could there be no pressure! !Song Zhixia has amnesia now, she doesn't remember anything at all! ! !

Now this question is definitely going to be tricked.

He was so anxious that the cold sweat on his forehead was about to fall, and he spoke again: "Director Qin..."

At this moment, Song Zhixia suddenly said calmly: "It was well grasped. That scene used a trick of seeing the big from the small to express the protagonist's inner sorrow, resentment towards the society, but helplessness. It is very touching."

Chen Ye blinked:?

How could Song Zhixia remember the expression of seeing a ghost?He didn't even touch the edge of the script!

The air seemed tense, and the oxygen was so thin that it was difficult to breathe. Qin Chengyue was lost in thought, and the expression on his face was unpredictable.

Chen Ye's heart sank to the bottom, his brain cells were operating crazily, thinking about rescue words.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Qin Chengyue looked at Song Zhixia in surprise.

In the fifth act of the tenth scene, the male lead witnesses the little girl's mother being captured by the lotus demon, who draws out her soul and makes it into a lotus lamp to renew her life. The motherless little girl has been sitting on the bank crying, and is bumped into by the male lead.

It was a cannibalistic society, and things like this can be seen everywhere.

The male protagonist, who had experienced the destruction of his family, was extremely resentful about this kind of thing.

Didn't expect Song Zhixia to be so talented that he could still remember these details clearly just after the car accident?It can be seen how much effort is usually put in!

His eyes were full of praise, and he stepped forward to pat Song Zhixia on the shoulder: "The blue is better than the blue, Song Zhixia, you are too good, so according to this feeling, it will be okay to turn on the camera tomorrow, right?"

In the face of approval, Song Zhixia was neither arrogant nor impetuous, and unusually calm, he nodded slightly: "Of course."

Chen Ye, who saw the interaction between the two, said:? ? ?

He was completely taken aback.

Qin Chengyue put his hands behind his back, and left contentedly. After sending him off, Chen Ye immediately turned to look at Song Zhixia: "You haven't lost your memory?! You remember everything, don't you?"

God, Song Zhixia is not teasing him, is he?The demeanor, speed of speech, and tone of voice just now are no different from Song Zhixia before, and most importantly, does he still remember the script? ?How can this be explained other than no amnesia?

After the laborious performance, Song Zhixia collapsed on the bed without any image, picked up the mobile phone and turned on the king, his movements were very skillful.

Facing the excited and incoherent Chen Ye, he didn't raise his head: "Haven't you learned reading comprehension in middle and high school?"

Chen Ye was dumbfounded:?

No, what does this have to do with reading comprehension?

During the matching gap, Song Zhixia said casually: "Knowledge points that are required for junior and senior high schools, what rhetorical techniques are used in this article, and what emotions are expressed by the author, I think the script should be similar to doing reading comprehension. Then I thought that nine out of ten poets in ancient poems If you're cynical, you're just blindfolded."

Chen Ye's face was full of fucking expressions. He felt that in just half an hour, his mood had experienced ups and downs: "Then what if you got it wrong?"

"Wrong," Song Zhixia looked up at him, as if to say how could this be a problem, "Isn't it just because of the car accident that he didn't have a good rest?"

Chen Ye convinced: ......

He couldn't bear to face the possibility of going out of his way at any time, it was too exciting, so Chen Ye went out to look for required courses in script and acting, and planned to let Song Zhixia read it all night.

It got dark early in City B, Song Zhixia only played two games, and the sky completely darkened.

The cold wind howled, mixed with ice slag, and the night was dark and freezing, and there were few pedestrians.

Song Zhixia arranged his schedule very well, now he doesn't need to catch up with the announcement, and he is recuperating from illness, so it is rare for him to be free.

He opened the note and glanced at it. The daily schedule is as follows:

16:00-18:00 play games

18:00-19:00 Have dinner, today I want to eat fried chicken

19:00-21:00 Watch dramas while exercising, hope the ground floor will be updated soon

He ordered fried chicken, then switched to the video software to check the updates on the ground floor, and ignored the message that Weibo was about to explode.

Song Zhixia went to the kitchen to make a cup of chrysanthemum tea. Holding the hot tea cup, he sat on the soft sofa and sighed contentedly.

If life is like this every day, then it’s okay not to go home and plant flowers.

The phone vibrated, it was an unfamiliar number, Song Zhixia thought it was a takeaway, and happily picked it up: "Hello."

There was a moment of silence on the phone.

The corners of the coat were rolled up by the wind. The man was tall and tall, leaning against the side of the car, looking up at the dimly lit hotel building.

The streets are empty, with occasional cars passing by, the temperature is several degrees below zero, and even the exhaled air turns into white mist.

His eyes were not sober, and he was confused and drunk.

"Song Zhixia." The man said, his voice was slow and sour like the cold wind blowing, "I want to see you."

The author has something to say: I will write and update when I get off work, and I want to have the nth day qaq of the manuscript