Male Ming sing and his shit shoveling officer

In the evening, it was still raining non-stop. Before the news from Song Yiming, everyone in the crew frowned and began to discuss in low voices.

His female agent, Zhang Min, was still complaining dissatisfiedly to Ren Jiayuan: "We, Yiming, joined the group to film, not to be beaten and scolded by you. Director Ren, are you going too far this time?"

Ren Jiayuan: "I beat and scolded him? Ask other people, did I give him special treatment? The few present here, let alone this one." He pointed at Yu Wenrong and said, "Coffee Is it big enough? Is the treatment in the company good enough? Is he not exposed to the rain or less criticism?"

Zhang Min: "But Yiming has never been so emotionally out of control! Originally, no matter whether he was on the show or in the crew, he was fine, but why did he collapse when he was under your command??"

"Shouldn't you ask yourself this?" Ren Jiayuan said leisurely: "I'm in this industry. Who likes filming and wants to make it well, and who doesn't like filming and just likes to fool around to make money? I can see Really. Song Yiming kid, he doesn't want to join this group at all, you forced him to come. Hey, you're good, you drove the kid crazy, now come here and beat me up."

Zhang Min seemed about to be annoyed by him. He held his forehead and took a deep breath for a long time before he managed to maintain his calm mood: "Okay, Director Ren, I won't tell you this anymore. Anyway, the most urgent thing now is to get him back. None of us will have a good time if we don’t come back.”

"Why do people in your company eat?" Ren Jiayuan didn't give her any face at all, sitting on the director's chair and said quietly: "If you really can't do it, go to the police and ask the police to help you find it."

Hearing this, Zhang Min's face suddenly became terribly gloomy. He stared at him complicatedly for a moment, then turned around, brushed his messy hair, and called his assistant with his mobile phone.

After not working for a long time, everyone was wearing wet costumes and wanted to go back a long time ago, so they sent assistants one by one to communicate with Ren Jiayuan.

Ren Jiayuan nodded, and the staff were ready to drive back, but he himself was still sitting, as if he had no intention of leaving.A few minutes later, only some staff members, Ren Jiayuan, producer, and Zhang Min were left who were still tidying up.

Zhao Kaile and Zhanhang originally wanted to leave directly, but seeing that Ren Jiayuan hadn't withdrawn, they couldn't help but think a little more.

"Is Director Ren actually blaming himself a bit?" Zhao Kaile asked in a low voice.

Zhanhang nodded.

Zhao Kaile said helplessly, "Why didn't Zhang Min call the police..."

"I'm afraid it will spread." Zhan Hang said, "I won't call the police until I'm really in a hurry."

Hearing this, Zhao Kaile felt more and more pitiful for Song Yiming, and couldn't help frowning.

The two stood for a while, Ren Jiayuan couldn't sit still, he stood up slowly from the chair, looked back to see that Zhanhang was still there, and showed a surprised expression.

"Director Ren." Zhanhang took the initiative to ask, "Aren't you leaving?"

"Wait a little longer." Ren Jiayuan said with a smile behind his back, "Why don't you two leave?"

Zhanhang also smiled and said, "I would like to ask if there is any change in the itinerary for tomorrow."

"It depends on the situation. If there are any changes, we will notify you in the group." Ren Jiayuan said with a relaxed face: "Give this kid one last chance and let him choose himself. If he really doesn't come back, it's fine. Our show is not very important." He can't."

Zhao Kaile was stunned for a moment, and said to herself that Director Ren is sorry!I was wrong about you!It turns out that you are a kind person with a cold face and a warm heart!

"Come on, you two go back." Ren Jiayuan waved his hands and said, "I really can't find anyone. Zhang Min will call the police. It's not our turn to worry."

Zhanhang nodded, and led Zhao Kaile away.

The road at the foot of the mountain is still muddy, and it will take a while to walk to the parking place.

The light rain was pattering, Zhao Kaile turned his head to look around, there was no one in front of them, the crew had almost evacuated, passers-by did not often walk on this road, the narrow path was next to the rugged mountain wall, only he and Zhanhang were side by side forward.

Zhanhang concentrated on looking at the road ahead, without saying a word, when he was about to reach the broad road, he suddenly heard a strange movement, getting closer and closer to them.Zhao Kaile saw him stop, looked up suspiciously, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Did you hear anything..." Zhan Hang paused, then grabbed Zhao Kaile and took a few steps back.

Ahead, a figure slid down the hillside with a muffled grunt, and then hooked one hand on the overgrown tree trunk, barely stopping, almost falling into the mud.

Zhao Kaile stood firm, saw who that person was, opened his mouth, and said in surprise, "Song...Song Yiming?"

When Song Yiming heard someone calling his name, he was dizzy and struggled to figure out the direction. He looked towards Zhao Kaile with difficulty, and murmured: "Fuck... why did I walk back again."

His whole body was covered with rotten leaves and mud, his clothes were wet, and there were many scratches on the branches and leaves, his face was dirty, he was very embarrassed, he looked funny and pitiful.

"...." Zhanhang handed the umbrella to Zhao Kaile, stepped forward and stepped on the mountain wall tentatively, making sure that his feet were safe, then stretched out his hand to Song Yiming, motioning him to come down first. .

Song Yiming wiped his face, put his hand on Zhanhang, and slowly climbed down, his eyes were still a little red, but the tears had already flowed clean.

Zhao Kaile remembered something, lowered his head and found a tissue in his bag and gave it to him: "You should wipe it first."

Song Yiming took it and said thank you in a hoarse voice.

Zhao Kaile glanced at Zhanhang and said, "This brother is quite polite."

Zhanhang turned his head speechlessly, as if he didn't see it, and said to Song Yiming, "Everyone is looking for you, what are you doing all this running around? Go back as soon as you finish venting."

"Go back and continue to stare at her?" Song Yiming hummed without emotion: "I'm not shaking M."

Zhao Kaile said a little worriedly: "At least call or send them a text message and tell them that you are safe now."

"No." Song Yiming rejected the two people's kindness with a blank face, waved his hands and said, "Let's go, bye."

Zhao Kaile: ".......Where are you going?? If you go out like this, what should you do if someone catches you?"

Song Yiming looked indifferent, and said lazily: "With this ghostly appearance, whoever can tell that I am Song Yiming, even my own mother may not recognize it."

"You're an adult, don't play the game of running away from home." Zhanhang said coldly, "If you are unhappy, you will delay everyone's progress. Ask Yu Wenrong, does he dare to play like this? Has a temper Just go to your agent and assistant, don't confront the director."

Zhao Kaile: "..."

Sure enough, in the eyes of the male star, the assistant and manager are just for venting their anger!

Hearing this, Song Yiming paused, stood there for a few seconds, and turned to look at him angrily: "Who the hell are you? Why the hell can anyone come up and lecture me now? Why do I want to shut down?" What's the matter with you?"

Zhao Kaile: "Hey! That's not what he meant, don't get angry at every turn..."

"It's none of my business, right?" Zhan Hang said with a funny face, "Okay."

He took a few steps forward leisurely, dragged Song Yiming back by the back collar, and was about to push him up the slope.

Song Yiming didn't expect it, he was already cold, tired and dizzy, and he had no strength, so being grabbed by Zhanhang, he could only struggle in horror: "What are you doing!! Zhanhang! Are you crazy?!"

"How did you hang on it just now, and now hang on according to the posture just now." Zhanhang said coldly: "We will also pass by, so we won't mind your business, OK?"

Song Yiming was about to go crazy: "I'm so stupid...you have something wrong!"

"Brother Hang, forget it." Zhao Kaile hurriedly stopped Zhanhang: "Then what saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda... yes yes yes."

Song Yiming finally realized how difficult this person is, and begged for mercy: "Wrong! Brother! I was wrong! I'm sorry!"

After all, Zhan Hang let go, and Zhao Kaile wanted to help him up, but was intimidated by Zhan Hang's eyes, so he obediently stood still.

"What's wrong with me..." Song Yiming said with a sad face.

Zhao Kaile said: "Good boy, call your adults early and ask them to pick you up."

Song Yiming: "..."

Zhanhang said coldly: "Hurry up, or I'll hit you."

Song Yiming: "..."

The rain gradually stopped, and Song Yiming reluctantly called Zhang Min back under the gaze of the two of them, and the battered Zhang Min on the other side was relieved.

"Where are you now?" She asked anxiously, "I'll drive over to pick you up."

Song Yiming said: "No need, Sister Min, I will go back later by myself, you go back first, I will apologize to the director tomorrow."

"Why do we go back first?" Zhang Min said a little dissatisfied: "When will you come back? I don't feel relieved to see you."

Song Yiming fell silent again.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Zhang Min could only let go: "Okay, you must come back early, I will help you communicate with the director first. But remember, don't go out and run around, you know? Find a mask to cover your face. Cover it up, don't let people take pictures."

Song Yiming hummed and hung up the phone.

After the phone call, Zhanhang was ready to lead Zhao Kaile away.

Song Yiming struggled for a moment, then suddenly let out a hey.

Zhao Kaile looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

"That." Song Yiming scratched his face with his fingers and said, "Can I rub your car for a while."

Zhanhang immediately frowned when he heard this, and looked at him warily.

Seeing his disgusted eyes, Song Yiming thought that he was afraid that his whole body would dirty the car seat, so he changed back to his indifferent face in a second: "It's fine if you don't."

Zhao Kaile said: "It's not impossible, but if you don't go back now, is your manager okay?"

"What's wrong with her?" Song Yiming said without confidence: "It's not that I can't get a taxi, but I'm just afraid that the driver will recognize me."

"Okay." Zhao Kaile couldn't help laughing, thinking that you just said that your own mother didn't recognize you.

Zhanhang silently rolled his eyes in his heart, and walked forward.

The author says:

This chapter is not considered a career. I don’t know what it’s called.