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6
One day, as soon as I arrived at the set and was waiting for work, the senior sister in Zhen Zhen's room came over to me and said, "Zhen Zhen is sick!"
I quickly asked for leave from the crew.
Zhen Zhen They rented a semi-basement house together. I arrived around noon and found her lying on the bed, sweating and clutching her stomach, without having eaten breakfast. When I entered, she threw herself into my arms, tears streaming down her face, and said, "Brother, I... I can't take it anymore!" I used the traditional Chinese medicine knowledge taught by Second Grandpa to check her pulse. There was nothing serious, just menstrual cramps.
I went to buy Red sugar, Red dates, and ginger, and borrowed the coal stove from the landlady to make a big bowl. She leaned on me, crying and drinking. After that, Zhen Zhen became my motivation!
After the last time I stood in as a stunt double, I felt like a hidden talent finally had a chance to shine. At that time, there was no need for a stand-in for Wiya, and in front of the camera, I fearlessly performed real jumps, real falls, and took real hits! My hard work paid off, and now I have the ability to rent a place of my own. I asked Zhen Zhen out for a meal and carefully considered before asking her, "Do you want to come live with me?"
Zhen Zhen blushed first, then she pounded me...
Her little sister was extremely envious and jealous.
- After so many years, looking back, I wasn't as happy and excited as Young Liu and I were when we had a grand wedding at a five-star hotel!
She gets carsick, so we held hands and walked to the North Sea, Yihe Palace, Ming Great Wall Ruins, Temple of Heaven, and Dongdan Park. We ate authentic candied haws at West Market Street. However, good times don't last. There's another fight scene, and I am the stunt double for the male lead.
The heartless director didn't treat the stunt double as a human being. For the sake of the effect, they actually disregarded my life. When I jumped from the third-floor window, they removed the safety mat below! The scene was shot in one continuous take, and the visuals were extremely shocking. Although I managed to reduce most of the impact with my kung fu skills, my left leg and knee were injured, requiring bed rest. During that time, I felt like I had fallen into a honeypot.
Zhen Zhen serves me food and drink, takes care of my bodily needs, and cheers me up. We are as affectionate as newlyweds and as supportive as a long-married couple. On the first night back on set, Zhen Zhen was like a madwoman in bed. After living together for so long, she defeated me for the first time. The next day, she helped me prepare for battle as if she were sending me off to war, holding my head in her arms for a long time without letting go.
You can come back in the evening, she's gone.
There's a note on the bedside table: " brother Biao, I am the top student in our provincial art school grade, I have been in Beijing for almost three years, but I am still a background actor squatting at the door of film studio!
The time with you has been the most relaxing and happiest for me!
Can you get hurt for this period of time, I'm scared now, what if you happen to be a bit off, how am I supposed to handle it then? I feel like I'm just a fly stuck in a bottle...
I went back to Ba Shu, the leader of our provincial art troupe told me that as long as I talk things over with her son, I can get in, precious brother, please don't forget about me!
All my money is on her bank card, she left the card for me!
7
After divorcing Young Liu, I was haunted by demons.
In the play "Blood Splatter at Lion Tower," I played Wu Song. During the final battle, I almost strangled the actor playing "Ximen Qing"! The director shouted "Cut" several times, but I ignored it until the drama operations and the stage manager rushed in to pull me away.
brother Zhu The mental health specialist at their hospital diagnosed me, not only with depression, but also with a tendency towards schizophrenia. They say whore is heartless, actors are unfaithful, but a group of good brothers around me are trying to help me get through this ordeal, and I am also trying hard to learn to forget. In order to recover, I am trying to lay low.
It's okay to stroll around. I always unconsciously find myself at the door of the film studio, wandering in the crowd. I know she's unlikely to appear here again, but I can't control myself. Watching the men and women squatting at the entrance, I am reminded of myself from that year and month. I also linger in the places we used to go, following the footsteps of the past.
But it seems like my depression has worsened again, with frequent insomnia and nervous tinnitus. I went to the hospital in Beijing to see a doctor. As I walked to the entrance of Tongren Hospital, a figure passed by me. Just like the first time I saw her, my heart began to tremble violently as if struck by electricity. Fourteen or fifteen years have passed, but time seems not to have left deep traces on her: she still has long hair, is still slender, still fair. The difference is that she is holding the hand of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.
It's true!
I want to stop her, give her a big hug, and ask her where she's been all these years. What has she been doing? Is she doing well?
But I dare not. Maybe her husband is right there. If he sees, what would he think of my behavior? He will definitely see me as a dirty thing like Young Liu and my assistant!
She disappeared from my world silently over a decade ago, and now she reappears in front of me after all these years! We recognize each other but dare not admit it. Do you know how I feel?
I involuntarily follow closely behind her, watching as she takes her child to get their vision tested, and then waits for her turn in the ophthalmology department on the third floor.
I want to look at her closely, yet I'm afraid she'll recognize me.
There are too many people and not enough seats. She squats on the ground, hugging her child, her coat dragging on the ground, even being stepped on by people. Tears well up in my eyes as I silently curse the man who married her. Why isn't he here now to give her a shoulder to lean on?
At almost 11 o'clock, she was finally called into the examination room. When she came out, she had a stack of forms in her hand. I caught a glimpse of them, some were for MRI, ultrasound, fundus photography... Some of the tests were to be done in the East Wing.
I made up my mind. I couldn't wait any longer. Even if her man misunderstood me when he came out, I had to stand up and help her.
I watched her take her daughter for fundus photography and ultrasound, holding her hand as they ran across the street overpass to the East Wing.
I greeted them with food and drinks in my hands, took off my sunglasses, and removed my mask. Zhen Zhen froze while holding the child. The overpass was very narrow, and someone behind us complained, "Why are you standing here? Hurry up and move!"
She woke up as if from a dream and placed the child's hand in mine, saying, "Let Uncle hold it!"
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