Chapter 762 Drama

When the little girl Juezi rushed back to the custody room, her father was still asleep.

While her mother and aunt were busy, Juzi took her brother and watched out the window.

"Sister, when will daddy wake up?"

The younger brother asked timidly.

For some reason, Juezi suddenly thought of Jiang Yang's words, "Daddy's flowers have fallen, and I am no longer a child." She couldn't help but touched her brother's head, "Soon, I'll wake up soon." of."

Mom and aunt are back.

They took the two of them after him to thank the doctor.

The doctor gave some medical instructions, took the pen handed over by Juzi, and wrote these on the paper. Facing their thanks, he smiled and said: "These are what we should do. Even if Director Zhang didn't say hello, we wouldn't do it." I will do my best.”

Mom was stunned for a moment: "Director Zhang?"

"yes."

The doctor put the pen into his pocket.

The mother still wanted to ask, so the aunt gave her a hand, thanked the doctor and took her mother away.

"It should be the doctor who came to give Orange a pen last time."

The aunt vaguely remembered that after the doctor returned the pen, he came out of her brother-in-law's ward and met a young doctor in the corridor.

When the young doctor greeted him, he called Director Zhang.

After hearing this, my mother couldn't help but look at Juzi.

Orange was also confused. He didn't know that Jiang Yang had an unexpected surprise when he borrowed a pen. This made Juzi feel embarrassed. She felt that it was rude to refuse the donkey roll handed over by Jiang Yang in the morning, let alone that he told her a story.

As for the story——

Orange can't remember clearly.

The only thing I remember is the sentence "Daddy's flowers have fallen, and I am no longer a child."

Although the leaves of the stick she picked for her father from the park were still as red as fire, she probably understood this sentence.

She suddenly wanted to know the story.

Don't know why.

Maybe I feel sorry for the little girl in the story.

Or——

Let Jiang Yang’s story not be told in vain.

She took her mother's cell phone and searched for this sentence, but did not find any valid information. So she searched with keywords she remembered such as camel, Song Ma, donkey rolling, books, etc., but still found nothing.

can only say--

As expected of the legendary Jiang Yang, his reading is biased.

Dad is in the intensive care unit, and the family is temporarily free.

Orange planned to go to the bookstore and ask the clerk if he could find this book.

However--

Juzi browsed all the nearby bookstores, but couldn't find this book. Let alone looking for it, the clerks had never heard of this book.

Weird!

After Orange got off the bus stop, he scratched his head and walked to the hospital, puzzled.

She clearly remembered Jiang Yang saying that he read it from a book.

never mind.

forget about it.

Orange plans to seek help from omnipotent netizens after returning.

Just when she made up her mind and walked quickly to the inpatient department, she accidentally caught a glimpse of a young man smoking in the corner and couldn't help but wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands.

The walls of a hospital have heard more prayers than a church.

Orange has already passed.

but--

She folded it back again, took out a pack of tissues from her bag, silently placed it next to the young man, and then walked away. After going upstairs, she took her mother's mobile phone, followed the content of the novel in her memory, refined the keywords, and posted related questions on Zhizhidao and Tuitui. By the way, she also posted some knowledgeable reading Vs.

evening.

The hall of the Jingyi Grand Theater was crowded with people.

"It's right in front of the stage."

Xiao Yang glanced at the ticket in his hand and led the way.

Hou Bing and Lu Xiaoyu walked towards their seats, holding Tao Tao on their left and right sides.

"This is the most prime location."

Xiao Yang led them into their seats, "You can see the place where the voices gather more clearly."

In Jiang Yang's words, looking for dragons and dividing money to see the winding mountains, one layer of entanglement is a layer of barrier. This is the theater's feng shui treasure. There is no need to raise your head or look down. The sounds come from all directions. A theater generally only has one or two rows of such prime positions. , belongs to VIP among P, the director often sits in this seat to coordinate the overall situation during drama synthesis rehearsal.

Although you can’t see the grapes, it’s nice to sit here and enjoy the auditory feast.

"There are also gifts."

Hou Bing saw that there was a bottle of water and a gift box on each seat.

Lu Xiaoyu sat next to Xiao Yang: "Isn't Jiang Yang coming?"

This is a play he wrote.

She thought she could see the big devil. The thought of talking and laughing with the big devil made her both excited and nervous.

"Not coming."

Hou Bing took a photo with his mobile phone: "He is studying painting. He has classes in the afternoon and homework in the evening. I heard that he is writing a novel about killing everyone in the world. He also has to play games and miniatures in his spare time. He is busy."

"very nice."

said Grape.

In her next life, she also wants to be a painter.

"yes."

Xiao Yang sighed with emotion.

After graduating from college and experiencing severe beatings from society, I realized how precious it was to be able to sit down and study. "Sister Ning let him eat this soft meal and feel comfortable."

"Your soft rice is not bad."

Hou Bing joked.

Since Xiao Yang and Lu Xiaoyu started dating, their meals at the convenience store at night have skyrocketed. Whenever there are promotions, events, discount coupons, or new products, they can be the first to taste them.

Xiao Yang: "Get lost."

Lu Xiaoyu opened the gift box at this time. There was nothing else inside, just some couplets.

She was slightly disappointed.

"There are so many people, and Jingyi cannot afford to give away good things."

Xiao Yang said.

While they were talking, a man wearing a mask and hat, surrounded by several people, sat next to them.

Xiao Yang glanced at him and saw that he had a cold face, cool and handsome.

but--

Xiao Yang had seen Jiang Yang too much and didn't think it was anything.

He ignored it and looked down at the pamphlet in his hand——

This brochure was just taken during the ticket check. It is a promotional brochure for the drama "Wotou Guild Hall". The screenwriter Jiang Yang's name is on the first line under the four words "Wotou Guild Hall" on the cover, followed by the director Ouyang and the artistic consultant. etc.

"Don't say-"

Xiao Yang saw Jiang Yang's name printed on it, which looked like the same thing, which made him speechless.

because--

The owner of this name looks like this in their group:

I bought an authentic and quite long baguette. He didn't eat it, but played with it. He also asked Xiao Yang and the others to prepare a few. They called it the best weapon in the zombie siege, which can not only defend themselves but also satisfy their hunger. , the two-in-one can also be dipped in some jam and chewed together, "Brother Gang, please say goodbye. Sister Ying has not given birth for so long. I suspect that Nezha is born with a traitor."

If Sister Ying fails to give birth, she will consider inducing labor.

"Mother Putao is a fan of Teacher Ouyang."

Hou Bing was also looking at the cover, looking at the director's name, "I wonder if I can get Teacher Ouyang's autograph after the show."

When he said this, a group of people in the front row of them had just taken their seats.

The person sitting down glanced back at them, turned his head and asked in a low voice: "Jiang Yang is not here?"

Wu Xiu shook his head.

"Study in seclusion."

Wu Xiu was afraid that Teacher Ouyang would be overly concerned, so he told him not to talk about "Wotou Guild Hall". Their son's project "This Man from the Earth" of Jiangyu Repertory Theater had a rehearsal yesterday, but Jiang Yang still didn't go. "We, screenwriter Jiang, still work well together." Yes, as long as the lines, dialogue and plot in his script are not changed randomly, he will give people plenty of room to play.”

Teacher Ouyang looked at the script in his hand and said, "You are here to check it, right?"

Wu Xiu smiled.

Generally speaking.

Teacher Ouyang found it unbelievable that the script could not be changed on the spot, and that if he wanted to change the script, he had to file a report. He had sufficient reasons to convince the screenwriter. It was difficult to understand and cooperate with him.

Let me ask——

Regardless of the drama or the stage, during rehearsals, the lines are never revised.

but--

He completely agreed with Jiang Yang's script.

because--

Unless there are common sense mistakes, it is really difficult for ordinary people to change every word of Jiang Yang's script. His script seems to have been refined by stage actors in dozens of performances. Some lines have more words and fewer words, which makes them less flavorful.

and--

Jiang Yang's script is also very smooth.

As Beijing Performing Arts' first major drama of the new year, this drama has many talents.

They also liked Jiang Yang's lines.

How to say it——

No matter how long or large the lines are, as long as they fit the character and fit the character's daily diction and speaking habits, they will definitely come out of the mouth. A good actor can even pick up the flavor from the lines and quickly get into the role.

so--

Even if Wu Xiu has an inspection task, he is not worried.