The Her That Is So Charming

The weather in Linjiang City, the closer it approaches, the faster it becomes.

When Shen Jin drove to the Shen family's old house, the moon was already covered by clouds, and it started to rain.

There was also a black Hummer parked outside the old house. It was Shen Chongli's car.

When Shen Jin entered, Uncle Yao came out to pick him up, and Shen Jin asked him: "Zhou Sirou really woke up?"

"Yes, Young Master Bo Liang has already rushed to the hospital."

Zhou Sirou brothers and sisters have been kind to Lu Boliang, and the Shen family has been hiring the best caregiver for Zhou Sirou over the years.

"Cousin is back today?" Shen Jin stepped into the threshold.

Before Uncle Yao had time to say, Shen Chongli had already walked over, "I'm back."

Shen Jin nodded, "Cousin."

"Grandpa is on it, already asleep." Shen Chongli walked over, her lips curled up, "Come here, let's go play darts, how about."

Shen Jin said, "Yes."

Holding an umbrella together, the two walked across the promenade to another separate gym.

Uncle Yao stood behind them, wondering, when did the two of them have such a harmonious relationship?

"Your cousin is also back today, don't you go and see her?" Shen Chongli glanced at him, and randomly grabbed a dart and threw it on the target plate.

"Don't go." Shen Jin glanced at Shen Chongli's 25 points, "She is a cousin, it is not convenient for me to see."

"Now you know that she is your cousin?" Shen Chongli raised her eyebrows slightly. "Your cousin wants to beg you to help her save her sister now, so the sentence should be less."

Shen Jin also picked up a dart and pierced it on the target plate, very good, standing beside Shen Chongli, still 25 points.

His expression is cold:

"no way."

"Tsk tusk, are you trying to stand up for your avatar?" Shen Chongli laughed, squinted, and took a look at the position of the bullseye.

Throw it hard, hit the red heart, 50 points. Shen Chongli was a little proud and looked at Shen Jin.

"Unfortunately, you Shen Jin has been smart for so long, and you haven't been given a donkey by a woman. What people like is our little uncle, who is purely using you as a substitute."

Shen Jin grabbed a dart next to him, gestured, and then threw it violently—

His darts didn't hit the target plate at all, but flew straight to the darts that Shen Chongli stuck on the red heart.

With a "pop", Shen Chongli's full score dart was directly and vividly knocked down!

"Shen Chongli, listen, all the thirteen knives I have suffered will come back little by little." Shen Jin looked at him with biting eyes.

"I look forward to it, brother." Shen Chongli said dismissively, "Yes, just to remind you, have you ever wondered why the old man would find Lu Boliang everywhere in the first place?"

"You were also looking for him at the time. Guess, the old man brought people back first, what on earth was he afraid of being known by you?"

Shen Chongli didn't mind that his dart was shot down by Shen Jin, and the smile on his lips had not changed.

Shen Jin ignored him, picked up the umbrella, and strode out.

When he reached the door of Father Shen, he shouted "Dad" as usual. The person inside said "um", and a man pushing a wheelchair walked out slowly. He is a middle-aged man.

Father Shen glanced at Shen Jin and said, "I'm back?"

Shen Jin said, "I'm back."

"Okay." Father Shen pushed the wheelchair into the house again. He slammed the door shut.

Standing outside the door, Shen Jin chuckled his lips and smiled before returning to his room.

Before going to bed, he glanced at the moon in the sky, but it was gone. He took out his mobile phone, Ruan Yan still did not reply to him.

He thought for a while, then sent her another sentence: "It's raining, is it cold?"

Ruan Yan did not return.

He finally said: "I am a little bit cold here."

After sending it out, he retracted into the quilt alone, holding the phone. In fact, he didn't want her to return, but he was doing such a waiting action. With his eyes open, he looked at the phone screen and saw that the whole person was groggy. Sleep over.

Ruan Yan went to bed early last night. When she got up, she realized that Shen Jin sent her a message at one o'clock in the morning—

"a little cold."

What the hell, he said cold in June? !

Ruan Yan thought for a while, then replied: "Drink more hot water."

After returning, she smiled, and put the phone away.

Today she is going to meet the director and another creator of Variety. The director of "Juggling" is called Deng Feihong, and she is one of the few female directors in China with certain achievements.

Ruan Yan arrived at the agreed hotel, Deng Lin was already sitting there waiting for her.

Rao had heard Deng Feihong's name as the "Iron Lady" in the circle before that. The moment she saw her, Ruan Yan was still stunned—

She, she is so different!

Not only is she different from ordinary directors, she is also different from all regular women, even men.

It’s hard to imagine that Deng Feihong is fifty years old this year. The corners of her eyes are indeed covered with wrinkles, but her eyes are still full of looks. The feeling of confidence is something most people of this age cannot have, and this This kind of self-confidence is also reflected in her hair—

Deng Feihong shaved an inch!

It is hard to imagine that she shaved an inch at an age when she could be someone else's grandmother. How unique and maverick this is.

"Director Deng, good." Ruan Yan walked in and bowed slightly to her.

"Sit down." Deng Feihong's eyes stayed on her face for a moment, and then he called her to sit down, "Is there anything you want to eat? Xiao Ruan, this clear water white fish is a must."

Ruan Yan smiled: "When I first entered the industry, the dean of our performance department said that if you want to enter this industry, you must be prepared to eat XX dishes in clear water for a lifetime. Then the beef boiled in water in our cafeteria will be sold that week. It's out."

Deng Feihong also smiled.

Ruan Yan continued: "Later, the cafeteria hit the iron while it was still hot and introduced a signature dish of Qingshui Dongpo Pork, which made our department head blow up his beard with anger."

After Ruan Yan finished speaking, Deng Feihong said, "Your department chair is Jiang Shengli, isn't it?"

Ruan Yan nodded: "You know?"

"Why don't you know, this old guy's mouth is very poisonous." Deng Feihong said with a smile, and then said to her, "Since we talked about the days when you were in the first telegram, then it is just right, the second female of our drama I still know you, she said she is your roommate Zhao Shuiqing in Shoudian."

Ruan Yan was stunned. She never thought that she would see Zhao Shuiqing again in this play.

"She was an audition. She is a very down-to-earth girl. If you know each other, you should be able to cooperate."

After Deng Feihong finished speaking, he saw Ruan Yan's expression slightly stiff: "What's the matter, did you have a bad relationship before?"

A smile appeared on the corners of Ruan Yan's lips: "Ok, why not, she introduced me to my first audition opportunity."

Deng Feihong smiled, that's good.

"This time I asked you to come out, mainly because I wanted to give you a vaccination in advance. This movie may make you very tired, first because you have never been exposed to acrobatics, and I am a very demanding actor. Director Gao, so you may have to go to the acrobatic troupe and train for two months first. You are destined to suffer some physical pain."

Ruan Yan nodded: "It's okay, I can still eat this bitterness."

"Well. Another point is that you may have to deal with online public opinion."

"Huh?" Ruan Yan puzzled.

"You just took the shadow queen, there must be a bunch of people sing you badly. This is the psychological pain you have to suffer." Deng Feihong said.

"I'm okay, I don't mind at all." Ruan Yan raised her eyes and smiled at her.

Deng Feihong looked at her for a long while and smiled, she thought, I hope I didn't pick the wrong person this time.

"By the way, Teacher Deng, when will we start training? Where is the location?" Ruan Yan asked her.

"Next week, a large acrobatic troupe in Anhe City will give us training."

"Okay." Deng Feihong chatted with her about the shooting plan. Ruan Yan listened one by one. At the time of parting, she said, "I am going to visit someone today."

"Um?"

"A friend, I'm going to tell him that I may be leaving Linjiang for a while."

The Affiliated Hospital of First Medical University.

When Ruan Yan rushed over, she wore the most common white short-sleeved and black sports pants, a medical mask and black-rimmed glasses. In the hospital, wearing a mask is too common.

Therefore, not too many people noticed the visit of this female star.

Except for the nurses in the duty room, Ruan Yan knocked on the door and asked them, "Is Dr. Lu there?"

A young nurse shook his head: "Dr. Lu is not in the clinic today, but is looking after the patient upstairs."

"Ah, is it convenient to talk about which floor?"

The little nurse told her the room number, and when she waited for the people to leave, she sighed: "Here is another one. As expected, Dr. Lu's suitors are in an endless stream."

"So what? I didn't see Dr. Lu panicking and transferring a woman from the nursing home to the hospital today? Most of the girlfriend didn't run away. Alas, there's no show."

As soon as this was said, everyone was going to take the medical record book, take the medical record book, take the temperature of the body temperature, and start busy again.

Ruan Yan pressed the elevator upstairs and walked to the door of the ward. She was about to knock on the door, but she saw Lu Boliang through the crack of the door.

And that woman...

She was lying halfway on the bed, and she was very devoid of energy.

Even the skin on the face is loose and collapsed.

What does it mean to be thirty? For female celebrities like Ruan Yan and the others, many people go to get injections, take medicine, and use sky-high-priced skin care products, and still maintain themselves like a twenty-year-old girl.

However, this woman in front of me.

Her eyes were blank.

Ruan Yan suddenly remembered that the night she confessed to Lu Boliang many years ago, they could only see each other's eyes in the dim lights, and she asked him, "Do you like Zhou Siro?"

He shook his head, only sighed slightly: "I don't even remember the color of her eyes."

Fifteen years, too long. It's so long that people can forget countless important details, and Lu Boliang, he has closed himself in these years, repeating only the action of "waiting".

It turns out that her eyes are this color, gray-brown, they should be pretty, Ruan Yan thought.

Lu Boliang sat next to Zhou Sirou's bed and searched her mouth with a flashlight, "...the function of the vocal cords seems to have shrunk, and there is hearing, Sirou, can you hear me calling you like this?"

Zhou Sirou nodded slightly, and she opened her mouth, but for the time being, she could only utter simple single syllables.

"It doesn't matter, it will get better gradually." Lu Boliang comforted her.

"Brother, brother." Zhou Sirou shouted only these two syllables.

Lu Boliang paused. He did not choose to cheat. Instead, he told her honestly and frankly: "Sirou, Zijue has done some very bad things, and he is likely to serve his sentence. When the verdict is over, you will recover. I Take you to see him."

Zhou Silou opened her mouth, unable to say more complicated sentences, only she opened her eyes and wept.

"Don't cry, your visual function hasn't recovered well. You must protect your eyes."

Lu Boliang finished. Zhou Sirou opened her mouth and murmured, sending out intermittent broken sentences. She stammered for a long, long time, and Ruan Yan also stood outside the door for a long, long time.

Finally pieced together her broken sentence: "You, will, one, straight, accompany, me,?"

Lu Boliang stood, standing upright. He gently shook his head and said to Zhou Sirou: "Recover well. It's so rare to return to this world. Take a look."

After that, he went out to get medicine for Zhou Siro.

Ruan Yan didn't know why, at that moment she was so afraid of facing Lu Boliang. She didn't understand what the sour, astringent and bulging emotions in her heart were. It was not jealous, sad, nor joy. She only hurriedly fled and walked towards the stairs opposite to Lu Boliang with red eyes.

But when he turned the corner, he happened to hit a person's dark eyes.

Standing tall in the sun, the man put one hand in his pocket, looking at her, his always cold face, at this moment, his expression was rare and gentle, and he said like a coax:

"Why are you crying again."

"Lu Boliang doesn't care about you, I will take care of you."

"Come and cry."