Song Yu drove the car out of the hospital's square parking lot. The car music was opened, and classical music was heard inside, which made people's impetuous heart unconsciously calm down.

When he was waiting for the traffic light, he pinched the steering wheel's slender fingers and tapped it gently, bored.

The phone ringing suddenly rang. He grabbed it and took a look, frowned, and threw it into the passenger seat.

Perhaps knowing that he would not answer, the person on the other end of the phone stopped pressing and then dinged.

The traffic light at this intersection took a long time. He glanced at his phone, picked it up again, and clicked on WeChat.

Second brother: If you don’t go back on your 70th birthday, you will tie you back and do it yourself.

Song Yu sneered lightly, and a car horn came from behind, but he didn't reply, threw his phone back to the passenger seat, stepped on the accelerator, and left in the dust.

On the other side.

Song Ci came to the special street of H City's wedding cos props, Jiangnan Road, not only Yishui's wedding dresses, but also the favorite cosplays of young people, various festival costumes, and costume props for rent.

Song Ci went to the costume props shops that she often opened on weekdays, and quickly chose a set of clothing and a few headdresses, and signed a contract to rent them.

"Ms. Song, is this preparing for the new drama?" asked the girl in charge of the reception with a smile.

Song Ci smiled and said, "There is a character who wants to try it."

The little girl glanced at the outfit and looked a little old. Could it be an old corner?

But she wouldn't say that, she just smiled and blessed: "I wish Miss Song a victory."

"Thank you, thank you for your good words." Song Ci left with a bag.

The little sister sent her out of the door and watched her walk away before returning to the store.

Song Ci was holding the bag and was feeling a little excited.

The next day, Sister Cai came to pick her up at the hotel where she casts the casting. When she saw her outfit, she was stunned.

"You have a fever?" Sister Cai reached out and was about to touch her forehead. No, okay, why are you so tired?

Song Ci took her hand down and said angrily: "Okay, why are you cursing me?"

"If it weren't all right, what would you do with this outfit?" Sister Cai looked her up and down, looking at the old lady's outfit. What a guy, she didn't know that this guy would wear such an old lady's makeup.

"Sister Cai, I'm going to try the role of the lady. Look, it looks like it." Song Ci pushed back, leaning on a dragon-headed crutch, slightly closed his eyes, and opened it again, and his momentum had changed: "Miss Cai, you are polite."

Sister Cai's eyelids twitched, and looked at the old lady, and quickly woke up and said sharply: "Are you crazy? How old are you? You are still pretending to be an old lady? Ancestor, I beg you to be a person, and take down the role of the fourth person to build a strong reputation."

If you don’t have any popularity, you will really get out of the circle.

Song Ci said: "I'm not crazy. Sister Cai, I just think that the character is customized for me. Listen to me to read a few lines..."

After a while, she played the character's lines, and walked around the living room with the actions she should have. She was old and trembling, and looked old and weak, which was the character's old look before her death.

Sister Cai swallowed.

"Sister Cai, please let me give it a try. If you can't get it, then what can we try the other ones?" Song Ci said with a firm look on his face: "You believe me, I will get it."

Without it, it is a strong intuition.
Chapter completed!