Chapter 537

Jiang Fei looks at the audience and smiles.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Jiang Fei, the chief director of the program group of the actor's home. After listening to Mr. Han's comments just now, I have a few words to say."

"The details that Mr. Han said were not shown to the audience through the camera. There is no doubt that it was a mistake of our program team. So here, I apologize to you - sorry."

After bowing, she continued: "however, as you can see, the live broadcast was shot by multiple cameras. Although we couldn't switch to the corresponding scene at that time, we recorded all the details. So next, we will play the other scenes we just performed to our audience friends."

"Now, please enjoy the performances of Chu Xi and Zheng Lanlan!"

Before stepping down, Jiang Fei glanced at Sheng Chu Xi and quietly gave him a thumbs up.

Sheng Chuxi smiled and nodded to her to express his thanks.

During the performance, she knew that these details were likely to be ignored, but she still performed with heart. Because no matter what the final result is, no matter whether it will be seen or not, she wants to do her part as an actor and make every scene perfect and the best.

She had thought that none of this would be seen.

It turned out that Han Jinzhi would point it out, and Jiang Fei would come forward to help her

My heart can't help flowing through the warm current.

At this time, the big screen began to play the performance just now.

......

After smoking for a while, the little gangster turned to look at the middle-aged man.

"Brother, are you sick when you come here?"

In the middle-aged man's silence, he looked into the pocket of his military coat, and his face showed a nervous expression. However, the middle-aged man is always immersed in his own world and is not aware of his abnormality.

So the little gangster stretched out his fingers, carefully took out the pile of RMB, and quietly stuffed it into his arms.

The middle-aged man didn't find it.

The little gangster breathed a long sigh of relief.

At this time, the middle-aged man finally opened his mouth and answered, "I am not sick. My mother is ill."

The little punk was stunned.

"What disease? Is it serious?"

There was bitterness in the middle-aged man's voice.

"It's cancer, and it has reached a very serious level... The doctor said that the risk of surgery is very high, and only 30% of them hope to succeed. If they fail, people will disappear directly on the operating table, and they won't even have the chance to see one last time."

Looking at his red eyes and painful expression, the little gangster turned pale and closed his lips. His hand was unconsciously placed in the position of money, and his eyes flickered.

......

"... if there's nothing wrong, I'll go first."

Looking at the back of the middle-aged man, the little gangster took out the pile of RMB from his arms, squeezed it in his hands, and looked at it straight.

Because of his strength, his bones turned white.

In those eyes, pain, entanglement and other complex emotions are intertwined and constantly surging

As if it was only a moment, but also as if it had been a long time.

The punk finally made his decision.

He raised his head, and the expression on his beautiful face was calm and firm.

"Brother, please wait a minute!"

......

Play finished.

The studio was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

After a long time, the audience came back from the performance just now, and their eyes were red.