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In the middle of the night, Lin Zhao was detained in the hospital for an examination. At this time, Ji Xu greeted Yan Zhiming.

"Where have you been all day?"

Where have you all gone?Ji Xu almost laughed angrily.

Accompany the ancestors to go shopping and eat Chinese food with the ancestors, because the ancestors have a special status and must be concealed, God knows how crazy the journey will be.The ancestor felt bored, so he had to tell him about the rise of his domestic entertainment meal replacement "Xiaolin Zhao", and accompany the ancestor who stormed the door in the middle of the night on a whim to threaten the children...

Even Lu Pingjia from the Lu family, who was scolded on the hot search several times for his absurd behavior, was not difficult to deal with. Ji Xu recalled Lu Pingjia, and never felt that the young master's face was as pleasing to the eye as it is now.

Ji Xu suppressed his emotions, but he didn't. He gritted his teeth and asked, "You ask me? You don't know what virtue he has?"

Successfully silenced the opponent.

Ji Xu: "Either you take care of him yourself, or don't ask me. Sooner or later, I will quit!"

Yan Zhiming: "..."

"Do you know who you're talking to? It's not big or small." He coughed lightly and said, "Alvin has been looking for him all over the world recently. Take a look at Lin's photo and don't go out after returning from the hospital. Just lock it in the house."

"I, look, him?" Ji Xu paused every word, "Little uncle, do you want to settle the old score? On his 18th birthday, who punched me unconscious and then went out to play by himself? Who—— "

Yan Zhiming quickly interrupted: "Okay, okay, I'll send you a few people there, you're almost as verbose as your mother."

After hanging up the phone, Ji Xu conveyed the sad news of "going to confinement" to Lin Zhao who had just come out of the examination room.

Lin Zhao covered the needle hole on his arm with a cotton swab, and looked at the white hospital corridor in front of him—it was specially prepared for him, and everyone was cleaned up in advance.He lowered his head, pretending not to hear.

So annoying, he thought, what's the difference between this and not coming back?

He thought of the magician in Rimini who recognized him and wanted to help him escape but was hunted down; he thought of his brother who was a head shorter than him, he always liked to plunge into his arms like a bird, acting softly; he thought of his adoptive mother before his death Entrustment to myself: You are the most perfect collection in my life.Lin Zhao, you have to protect your body...

Ji Xu was so heartbroken that he didn't pay attention to the negative emotions that the other party was overflowing with, and said with emotion: "I didn't know until you came back, it's Xiaohe who is quiet, well-behaved, and smart, and never let me fall in love with you." urgent."

Lin Zhao threw the blood-stained cotton swab into the trash can, looked back at Ji Xu, and asked abruptly, "Who is that, really as good as you said?"

"of course--"

However, Lin Zhao pulled down his sleeves, put his hands in his pockets, and smiled like a ostentatious fox: "Very good, I believe in your vision. It's okay to shut me up, send him in to play with me .”

Ji Xu was shocked by his words: "What are you kidding? He is still in school, and usually has so much work!"

"So what?" Lin Zhao snorted, and his tone was as calm as a licentious tyrant, "Accompanying me can also be counted as work, remember to pay him a salary."

Five years ago, Lin Zhao was a big star, and Ji Xu and him were friends who met by chance; five years later, Lin Zhao passed away in a social sense, and Ji Xu became an agent because of him.

But at this moment, Ji Xu couldn't help wondering, in the eyes of Lin Zhao, was he just a great eunuch who served him from beginning to end?

Ji Xu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, took out his mobile phone and called Ye Tinghe directly, then stuffed it into Lin Zhao's hand: "You are an ancestor, you are awesome, I won't talk, you can talk to him yourself if you have the ability."

"Brother Ji?" The boy's clear voice came from the receiver of the mobile phone, "It's so late, what do you want from me?"

Lin Zhao squeezed the phone and suddenly coughed.

The other party keenly sensed something was wrong, and hesitated for a while: "You are..."

Before he could finish "Yes...", Lin Zhao hung up the call without changing his expression, threw the phone to Ji Xu, and finally stopped being a demon, and sat down quietly to wait for the result.

When he didn't speak, the arrogance and publicity that was about to come out disappeared in an instant, and his face was as cold as frost.Only the eyelashes blink occasionally, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, who hates the freedom of all things before dying, and is always full of vitality.

Ye Tinghe spent the whole afternoon sorting out the script with Lu Pingjia.

From the moment he received "Si Zhao", he wondered why the other party was so persistent, like a persevering primary school student, that he must act in the same play as himself.

Ye Tinghe kindly reminded him: "I remember you have class today."

The young master turned his nostrils to the sky and held his toes high: "I don't want to go, how about it!"

Not so good, Ye Tinghe thought to himself, next year you will just wait to rebuild while crying.

Lu Pingjia gave orders again: "I'll go to your place in the afternoon, we have a lot of scenes with each other, let's read the script together."

Ye Tinghe pretended not to understand: "If you have any questions, you can ask the director or the screenwriter teacher."

"No, my fans told me that this is considered a private relationship."

Ye Tinghe said calmly: "Really? You are so hot."

Lu Pingjia felt that something was wrong, and suspected that the other party was swearing.But this was contrary to Ye Tinghe's thoughtful personality of "high empathy and easy to get along with" all along, so he didn't think much about it: "XX told me that you are the best..."

"What did you say?" Ye Tinghe didn't hear clearly, and he just moaned the word XX.

Lu Pingjia stopped humming again, and within a few seconds he started to lose his temper: "I don't care, I'm going to find you, just wait, I'll be there in half an hour!"

Ye Tinghe looked at the hung up phone and sighed.

study.

Lu Pingjia occupied the softest and most comfortable sofa, moved it under the window sill, and read the script while basking in the sun.

This room is the place with the best lighting in this house. The sun shifts in the afternoon, and the sunlight fills the whole space brightly. A few rays of sunlight blocked by objects turn into spots of light, climbing onto Ye Tinghe's white face.

Lu Pingjia was drowsy from the sun, and secretly looked up at him.

Ye Tinghe leaned lightly on the wooden chair, his shoulders were not as loose as his own, and he was not too rigid, it was a posture that was pleasing to the eye.

Lu Pingjia seemed to have been pumped on the back out of thin air, subconsciously straightened up a bit, and his drowsy mind also slowly woke up.

However, Ye Tinghe didn't seem to pay attention to his movements, his eyelashes drooped, and he was still reading the words in his hand intently.

Lu Pingjia felt aggrieved and envious: no wonder my brother always praised him at home, he was so quiet.

The two of them spent like this until 05:30 in the afternoon. Lu Pingjia couldn't sit still anymore, jumped up and said, "I'm hungry, I don't want to watch it!"

Ye Tinghe finally raised his head: "How much have you seen?"

Lu Pingjia looked at him, who was upright at first, but for some reason, his eyes began to dodge, and he tried to hide it and said, "You don't care about me, anyway, there are quite a few."

Ye Tinghe didn't want to bother with him, he had already finished reading the script by himself, and after spending the whole afternoon here, he felt that he would rather read the script 100 times than deal with Lu Pingjia's trouble-making and unreasonable troubles.

How good the script is, without a long mouth, and can't speak.

But he glanced at the "Sizhao" script in Lu Pingjia's hand, and saw that 10 was written on the page number. He suddenly had a headache and asked a question: "The background of the story and the character setting of your character, Tell me about it."

Lu Pingjia didn't expect that there would be a spot check, and he said "I know, I know" in his mouth, and then he hesitated for a long time, and he didn't say a word of valid information.

"Okay, I almost understand." Ye Tinghe stood up, and gently closed the script in his hand, "Lu Pingjia, don't leave at night."

Lu Pingjia turned his head abruptly: "What?!"

Ye Tinghe tilted his head to look at him, his eyebrows and expression obviously did not change, but there was a sense of coldness for no reason: "Didn't you hear?"

Lu Pingjia was inexplicably a little apprehensive, and didn't dare to talk back: "I heard it."

The story line of "Si Zhao" is not complicated. It is about the child of a declining noble family in the borderland - Ming Yan, who is the role that Lu Pingjia will play, his life.

Ming Yan has been half-dead since he was born, a short-lived kid.Parents searched for medicine everywhere, and heard that there was an old fairy who had lived in seclusion for many years in the north of Chuiyun Mountain, who could rejuvenate, and went to look for medicine, but they didn't want a sudden mountain torrent, and everyone died here.

The city lord disappeared, and the young city lord might disappear one day. The people below were eager to move, and gradually couldn't sit still.When people were panicking, the arrival of a young man changed everything.

He called himself Si Zhao, the younger brother of his deceased wife.

Ming Yan was weak since she was a child, but she never died, and she grew up like a cat and a dog.When he was a teenager, he was ignorant, his performance in the academy was never impressive, and he always liked to hang out with the little monks on the mountain.

But in fact, he is not completely short-sighted, but secretly suspects that his nominal uncle, Si Zhao, Li Dai Tao, who is currently taking the seat of Jiangcheng city lord, has ulterior motives since the first day here!

He followed Si Zhao several times, combined with his classmates to design traps for him, and finally pierced Jiangcheng's 14-year-wasted dream through blunders.

Si Zhao is really not the brother of the late wife, his identity is false, what he said to Ming Yan is false, even Jiangcheng's turmoil and peace and joy in the past 14 years are all false.

The real world was revealed at that moment. In the 14 years outside the city, Ming Fengji set fire to the palace under the banner of his ancestors, killed the royal family, changed Dazhao to Dasui, and established himself as Emperor Ming, but did not get any other rebels. recognition.

As a result, rebellions and repressions arose.

He didn't know what method Si Zhao used to keep the endless wars and conquests lightly out of Jiangcheng, but he finally learned of Si Zhao's true identity—he was supposed to be the only surviving person entrusted to Chuiyun Mountain by Dazhao. The emperor's heir was accepted as a closed disciple by the old god.

As the only bloodline and successor of the Zhiyun clan, no matter whether it is his dead clan member or the master in the mountains, everyone hopes that he can ignore human affairs and be a carefree little fairy.

No one knows why he went down the mountain, and why he died in Jiangcheng.

This is Ye Tinghe's entire role in "Si Zhao".

After reading this place, Lu Pingjia raised his head and asked, "Why did he go down the mountain?"

Ye Tinghe shook his head lightly: "I don't know either."

It's not that Ye Tinghe doesn't know, but he is too lazy to explain his thoughts to Lu Pingjia.

This question could have been discussed in detail during the script reading, but suddenly an impulse surged in his heart, wanting to hear other people's understanding of this role.

He wanted to ask someone—since Lin Zhao was the prototype, would his opinion be closer to the character's true heart?

Ye Tinghe unconsciously looked at the phone, thinking of the call that ended abruptly last night.

Can I ask him?