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Fourth Bro has his own considerations. Wang Xuan has Wang Xuan's scheming, and I am just a pawn in their plans. If I want to escape, I can't escape. If I want to stay, I feel unwilling.

The most hateful thing was his unwillingness. If I was willing, then everything wouldn't be as it was now. I could just be a canary without any hesitation or greed.

I smiled wryly and ignored Fourth Bro and left the bed.

It's already very dark outside, and the hospital shows me leaving for life and death every day. It's not strange for me to be in such dire straits.

Four follows me for a while without explaining or saying anything. Knowing I was in a taxi, he pulled open the door and looked at me stubbornly.

"I won't court death, so don't waste any more time on me. Go find a new actor to join the group. I still need to film and support myself!" Smiling, I pushed Four's hand away and closed the door.

I took out all the money I had, but I couldn't get a taxi to take me from the hospital to my apartment. I got out of the car in the middle of the road and walked on numbly like a headless fly. I didn't know how long I walked, but my stomach was growling with hunger. I stopped and looked up and found myself standing on the noisiest street.

Magnificent and noisy, but I, alone, have no way out, no place to retreat!

Passersby were surprised, curious, disdainful, and contemptuous. I sat on the bench and looked down at my feet.

Time slipped away from my fingertips, but I could never return to the loneliness and boldness of that year. I didn't dare to stretch out my hand and look at the people who came and went, and I didn't dare to shamelessly say, "Give me 10 yuan, and I'll go with you. You can do whatever you want!"

I am no longer fearless Song Yi, I have become someone else's puppet Song Ke. I don't want the next Shen Tao to appear.

It was a knife, stabbed through my heart, into the best memories of my youth. That was all I had for the future, all I had for love. In the purest years of my life, I thought that I had treasured it as a treasure, and I also thought that Xiao Jin Dong would think the same way. In his eyes, these actions that risked their lives for the sake of love were stupid, ignorant, and could be used and destroyed at will.

"I thought I was wrong!" Someone stopped in front of me and spoke to me in a voice that was somewhat familiar and sarcastic. I looked up and saw Zheng Miao's coquettish and proud face.

"How did our famous Editor Song end up like this? Tsk tsk, your Xiao Jin Dong? I don't want you anymore? " The assistant behind Zheng Miao was also pulling her suitcase, as if she was just taking a stroll before catching the plane.

I didn't say anything. I looked at her, appraising.

"What kind of expression is that?" Hmph, didn't you say you had the ability to make Xiao Jin Dong ban me? What? If it's a failure, why did the Xiao family chase Xiao Jin Dong out? " "Zheng Miao stepped forward and poked my face with her white fingers." I really don't like your face, but my dad said that your face is still valuable, so don't let me ruin it! "But you don't know, even in my dreams, I want to draw a knife for you to shatter!"

"Miao Miao, the car is here. Let's go to the airport quickly!" Zheng Miao Miao's assistant obviously didn't like people like her and me, so he reached out to her and gave her a reminder.

Zheng Miao straightened up, took out a tissue, and wiped his hands. "Hey, these directors are really something. They've already refused so many times, but they're still thinking of ways to invite guests. How annoying!"

Zheng Miao Miao was a big star, a big star with the support of an official business group and one that would not fall anytime soon. Celebrity stars have a lot of power of speech, they can choose what they want on a bunch of scripts, they can stand at a high place and communicate with people who can crush me.

"Oh, right!" Zheng Miao walked a few steps away before turning back to look at me. "Do you know who's the star of this movie?" "It's Ling Mu, the one whom you wish to win over!"

Zheng Miao left with a cheerful laugh. I wanted to stand up and tell her that I was Song Ke, not Song Yi. But I do not have the courage, because Song Ke person does not have the overbearing fearless spirit of Song Yi, she is afraid, helpless.

However, with the appearance of Zheng Miao, my mind calmed down and I recognized the path from the street to the apartment. I walked on foot for over an hour before I reached home. I took a bath and laid on the bed, falling into a deep slumber.

A week later, the vanishing Sparrow Feathers turned on again. The previous script and film had all been rejected. As a man of the Song Dynasty, I took part in the casting and was ordered around like a cabbage by that writer and director whom I did not know.

Fourth Bro had become an assistant director due to his lack of experience. He had no chance to get involved in the filming. He just kept busy, not making a sound. As my manager, Wang Xuan's cleverness actually helped me get better and better in the crew.

I looked at the script that had been changed beyond recognition, unable to put any feelings into it. I thought I would be fired before I got halfway through the shoot, but the director didn't know that his eye was attracted to my dullness, or that he was praising me for being ethereal.

I cursed in my heart, and that tall, dashing, but lecherous actor acted like a puppet in a passionate emotional drama. I am not afraid of what this man will do to me, nor of what he will force Ben to do by virtue of his being a third string of fresh meat.

There was no kissing scene, no bed theater, this was the only condition when signing the contract. When the director saw me, he cursed and immediately told me to scram, but after Wang Xuan went in to have a secret chat with him for a few minutes, he changed her mind. Especially after she saw Xiao Jin Dong's car pick me up at the weekend, her attitude took a 180 degree turn.

Just like this, this book, which I once thought was more interesting than Chunli, went through three months of filming and post-production in a muddle, and successfully went online.

When I saw the finished product, I looked up and asked, "Han Bing cut it?"

Wang Xuan was busy picking out a bunch of scripts and answered without raising her head, "Yes!"

Sure enough, I was lying on the sofa with my legs crossed. In my hand was the almost ruined copy of the Chinese version of Primrose.

"I've already signed for you for the next movie, and it's still online. It's of the ancient transmigration type. Now, even children like to watch this. I don't know what they are thinking. How could a dead person be reborn in another place? "Idiot!"

While complaining, Wang Xuan threw the book at me and knocked the script out of my hands. I picked up the book she threw at me, looked at it, and threw it to the side of the table.

"Look at the script!" Wang Xuan walked over and picked up Chun Rui's script. She waved it in front of my eyes, "It's impossible to shoot this thing. Even if you do, the SARFT will not review it for you. Just give up!"

I didn't snatch the book from Wang Xuan's hands. Instead, I obediently picked up the ancient clothing I had been given and started reading through the script.

Wang Xuan seemed to have hit a fist on cotton and was extremely angry.