Chapter 81 His Little Thing

Chapter 81 His Little Thing

He Haimei, who was lying on the hospital bed, moved slightly. She appeared in the video and said to Director Chen: "Old Chen, you go to the scene. A Dream took me many years to write. Don't stare at me. I am already so old. Life and death are determined by fate!"

He Haimei is now over sixty years old, which is not considered young. In their words, she is already buried up to her neck in the earth, and topics like life and death are no longer taboos to them.

However, a trace of sadness still flashed across Director Chen's face.

The eyes of other young people who were eating in the box were also slightly red.

Chang Mengyu turned her head away, not daring to look at He Haimei in the video.

Chen Ying and He Haimei had a good relationship. Because of Director Chen, she often followed He Haimei when she was a child and was taken care of by He Haimei.

Hearing He Haimei say this, her eyes also flushed. She leaned forward and said unhappily, "Aunt He, don't talk nonsense. It's just a bypass surgery. Medicine is so advanced nowadays. Surgery is a very simple thing."

He Haimei laughed. She was actually a dozen years older than Director Chen, but she had always been generous and didn't give people a sense of restraint. She said, "Since this is a very simple operation, there is no need for Old Chen to stay here. Yimeng's performance is more important."

Old Chen sighed: "Oh, what's wrong with you just letting me stay here?"

At this moment, a voice-over suddenly interrupted.

"Mom, Teacher Chen is worried that I can't take good care of you." The voice was clear and cold, very oppressive, and a little distant, and the words were also a little sarcastic.

Director Chen's expression changed. He smiled and spoke with a hint of caution: "What nonsense are you talking about, Xiao Ren? I'm worried that it will be inconvenient for you. You're very busy with work right now."

Ning Baicha suddenly moved her ears. As a sound control enthusiast, she said that the sound was really nice and brought her endless imagination.

The person called Xiao Ren did not speak again. He Haimei's expression was a little awkward. After a few seconds, the sound of a door opening and closing was heard from the other side.

Director Chen’s expression is very intriguing.

However, this little episode was quickly revealed by Director Chen. He said a few more words, which were nothing more than asking them to rehearse well, not to be nervous, and to get the best results they could.

He said words like these to encourage them and then hung up the phone.

The assistant director let them continue eating and drinking.

But even through the screen, everyone still caught what was wrong at that moment.

In the afternoon, the crew of Yimeng did not leave and remained in the theater. Those who wanted to watch the rehearsal continued to watch, and those who did not want to watch could find a room to practice by themselves.

Ning Baicha found a quiet place to think about the role of Qiu. When she was performing on stage, she always felt that there could be something more to this character, but she couldn't quite put it into words at the moment.

A bit crazy.

She huddled in a corner and heard her colleagues talking about what was going on.

"Mr. He's son seems to be very cold to Mr. He?"

"You don't understand. When Teacher He was young... she didn't marry the person she loved. She was forced to marry her ex-husband, and then she gave birth to that son. After the birth of the son, she divorced him and had no feelings for Xiao Ren."

"Huh? That's it..."

"I think women in their era were... very miserable. They didn't have the right to choose for themselves."

"But you don't care about your own son at all?"

"I gave money, but how can I explain this? Love can't be compensated by money. Anyway, it's hard to explain."

"Well, now that you put it that way, it's normal for Director Chen to be worried."

Ning Baicha was stunned. She didn't know that He Haimei had such an experience.

It's hard to comment on this kind of thing.

She thought of Qiu, and the confusion in her mind seemed to be solved. Feeling a little annoyed, Ning Baicha picked up her character script and walked out.

There is a large yard behind the theater with several sycamore trees planted in it. The sycamore trees are many years old and have trunks so thick that it takes three people to hug them.

The crowns of several trees almost shaded the entire yard, and the sunlight penetrated the leaves, casting mottled spots of light on the ground.

Ning Baicha sat on the stage in the flower garden, looking down at the character script.

Not long after, a pair of shoes suddenly appeared in sight, followed by straight legs, a thin waist, and a white shirt. Shen Shijing had his windbreaker draped over his right elbow.

Because of the hot weather, he was sweating a little, so his thin shirt was a little wet and stuck to his muscles.

He held a bottle of water in his hand, handed it to Ning Baicha, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Quiet." Ning Baicha was stunned for a moment before she took the ice water from his hand. The bottle cap had been opened. She took a few sips before looking at Shen Shijing again, "Why hasn't Mr. Shen left yet?"

"Rehearsal." Shen Shijing lowered his eyes and looked at her.

Ning Baicha had changed out of her costume. She was wearing a basic T-shirt tucked into a skirt. The skirt was not long, only an inch above her knees, making her slender legs look even longer.

She tied her hair into a ponytail, which looked neat and youthful. Her hair was wet and stuck into wisps. When she looked up at him, she looked completely defenseless.

Shen Shijing's Adam's apple moved, and he suddenly thought of last night.

When they were having sex, he forced Ning Baicha to shout out, but she shook her head, bit her hand, and refused to make a sound.

Ningbai tea is like a cup of water, intimate and indispensable, but if you are lucky enough to peel off its inner shell, you will discover more different wonders.

Shen Shijing looked at her quietly, waiting for her next words.

But Ning Baicha looked confused. She asked, "What are you rehearsing for?"

At this moment, Shen Shijing narrowed his eyes, and a very strange feeling crept into his heart.

He stared at her longer.

It grew so long that the wind blew the hair around Ning Baicha's ears.

Shen Shijing then said: "I am a judge."

Ning Baicha widened her eyes slightly, as if she was hearing this for the first time. She smiled shyly, happy and shocked, but then annoyed.

Shen Shijing always knew that she was the kind of person who couldn't hide her little expressions. Whatever was in her heart would show on her face, but every time in front of him, she would try hard to hide it, but she couldn't hide it well.

If it were someone else, it would feel like a deliberate disguise.

Kening Baicha is so natural that you won’t feel she is pretending, but will feel that she really thinks so.

However, thinking of what he heard in the morning, Shen Shijing narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled faintly.

The little thing he raised didn't seem to be what he thought it was.