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Two hundred and twelve the only friend

"Director Wu, you also invited us to have breakfast, right?"

Seeing Wu Tianci walking toward the checkout counter with an embarrassed look on his face, Ye Lan couldn't help but let out a loud voice again, which immediately made Wu Tianci's outstretched arm freeze.

Wu Tianci wanted to only buy his own items, but he seemed to feel that everyone was looking at him.

If I really did this, I might be considered too stingy by others.

This person is still well-known, and among those looking at him at this moment, there may be passers-by who recognize his identity as a well-known director.

If someone thinks that he can't even pay for breakfast, that's another kind of humiliation for him.

After all, many people just saw them sitting at the same table chatting.

It's impossible for Wu Tianci to explain one by one. That couple of bastards and I are not friends, we just share the table together, right?

"How much is the total for that table?"

After a moment of silence, Wu Tianci finally gritted his teeth and invited the person he hated to have breakfast with tears in his eyes.

I wonder if he will regret it after he goes back?

"Thank you, Director Wu, for the treat!"

Ye Lan behind him seemed to be afraid that others would not know Wu Tianci's identity. Hearing the loud voice coming from behind, Wu Tianci gritted his teeth and left the breakfast shop without looking back.

He secretly swore in his heart that from today on, he would never come to this breakfast shop again.

Even though he is obsessed with the soup dumplings at this breakfast shop, his own face is more important.

"Tsk tsk, Miss Ye is really... interesting!"

Xu Maoshan, who witnessed this wonderful show, gave Ye Lan a thumbs up.

He didn't have a deep friendship with Wu Tianci, and he did find this matter interesting.

"It's really weird. We don't have any deep hatred against him, but why do I dislike him?"

A strange smile appeared on Ye Lan's face, and Shen Mu didn't know how to answer this.

In terms of grievances, he had more conflicts with Wu Tianci.

"I wish I had more stuff!"

Ye Lan took a bite of the restaurant's signature soup dumpling, and after swallowing the sweet soup, she said something regretfully, which made Shen Mu and Xu Maoshan dumbfounded.

"Director Shen, how are you finding the other actors?"

Xu Maoshan laughed for a while and then brought the topic back to the topic.

As a leading actor, he must first know who is playing with him so that he can be mentally prepared.

As a former film director, Xu Maoshan is actually familiar with many well-known actors in the industry.

Perhaps from Shen Mu's mouth, we can get some information about the partner.

"To tell you the truth, you are the only one confirmed to star in this drama now!"

Speaking of this, Shen Mu looked a little embarrassed.

However, things went relatively smoothly today and he was in a good mood. As long as the starring role was finalized, everything else would be easy to talk about.

"The role of the God of Medicine is naturally played by Mr. Xu, and we also have some ideas for the most important role of the patient!"

Ye Lan on the side opened her mouth to explain, and heard her say: "Mr. Xu, what do you think of Wang Junxia?"

"Wang Junxia?"

Hearing this name suddenly, Xu Maoshan was stunned for a moment, then seemed to remember something, and said: "His illness is not serious, so he may not be able to star in it!"

"Mr. Xu knows him?"

Hearing Xu Maoshan's words, Ye Lan's eyes couldn't help but light up.

You must know that during this period, she has been asking for Wang Junxia's contact information, but she has been missing.

"Well, I worked with him once a few years ago. There is nothing wrong with his acting skills. It's just a pity..."

It seems that Xu Maoshan does know Wang Junxia and thinks highly of this person.

As for the pity he mentioned, it was naturally the unfortunate illness of the other party.

"Just a few days ago, I visited him. At that time, he was receiving treatment in the hospital. He was already extremely thin!"

Xu Maoshan's tone was a bit sad and full of worry.

At least in his impression, Wang Junxia might not be able to act in such a state.

"Mr. Xu, since you know him, can you take us to meet him?"

Shen Mu pondered for a moment, but still didn't give up the idea.

Moreover, he is very confident in his script. If he plays his true character, it will undoubtedly be more influential.

"Of course this is no problem!"

Xu Maoshan did not refuse, but said in a melancholy tone: "Director Shen, I think he is absolutely satisfied with your script, but his body... ugh!"

After talking about it, Xu Maoshan sighed deeply again.

Perhaps in his opinion, if Wang Junxia was in better health, he would definitely be tailor-made to play the role of the main patient.

But when he thought about seeing Wang Junxia a few days ago, Xu Maoshan felt that this matter was unlikely to succeed.

Because that person's body is no longer strong enough to complete such complicated movements.

"Without further ado, let's leave now!"

Ye Lan didn't have so many thoughts. After chewing the soup dumpling in his mouth three times or two, he stood up directly, still looking very angry.

The three of them drove two cars and drove for more than two hours until they reached the suburbs outside the Sixth Ring Road. Then, led by Xu Maoshan, they walked into a dilapidated hut.

Seeing this scene, Shen Mu couldn't help but think of Wang Baijing from his hometown.

It seems that in comparison, the place where Wang Baijing lives is much better than this.

However, he could understand that Wang Junxia must have been ill for several years. Even if he had some savings in the past, I am afraid they have been exhausted long ago and the house must have been sold.

Now I have to talk about this disease again. Call it a terminal disease, but it can be controlled if you keep taking medicine. Call it not a terminal disease, but it can make people bankrupt.

Once you have no money to buy medicine, then the disease is terminal. But if you have countless money and can control it with medicine continuously, then at most you will be weaker than normal people.

This is undoubtedly a special kind of suffering. If there is a chance to survive, who would want to die?

Wang Junxia is obviously not one of those wealthy people who have a lot of money and will never have enough to eat in their lifetime.

Most of the savings from those years as an actor are now gone.

Only in this case would he live in this remote hut, and his mental state would get worse day by day, and he might really have to wait for death.

“If you live in a place like this, no wonder you can’t find it!”

Ye Lan also looked at the dilapidated hut and thought that if Wang Junxia were not his friends, few people would know that he lived here.

Because they were seriously ill and needed a lot of money to buy medicine, both Shen Mu and Ye Lan knew that Wang Junxia's so-called friends must have stayed away from him, for fear of being dragged down by him.

The saying that there is no filial son in bed for a long time also applies to people suffering from this disease.

For one thing, those friends don’t want to see such a pitiful scene.

Secondly, it is a bottomless pit to beg for help instead of helping the poor. Who does not have a family, it is impossible to go bankrupt to support a friend, right?

"Jun Xia, are you there?"

Xu Maoshan and Wang Junxia should be considered friends for many years, and can even be said to be each other's only friends.

Relying on his funding may be the real reason why Wang Junxia survives to this day.

"Old Xu, are you here?"

A weak voice came from the room. When Shen Mu and Ye Lan followed Xu Maoshan into the room, they saw some shabby furniture and a shabby small bed.

An extremely thin figure reluctantly sat up from the bed.

When he saw two strangers following Xu Maoshan, a trace of confusion flashed through his lifeless eyes.

"Come on, Jun Xia, take the medicine quickly!"

I don’t know if Xu Maoshan was originally planning to see Wang Junxia, ​​but he suddenly took out a box of medicine from his bag and handed it directly to the other party.

Seeing this life-saving medicine that could extend his life but that he could no longer afford to buy, Wang Junxia's eyes suddenly became moist.

"Old Xu, thank you... thank you..."

Wang Junxia's voice was choked with sobs, but in front of this life-saving medicine, all his reserve no longer existed.

There is a saying that makes sense: there is nothing important in a person's life except life and death.

Wang Junxia, ​​who had been tortured by the disease for many years, had to bow down in front of a box of medicine.

Under the gazes of several people, Wang Junxia poured a pill into his mouth and swallowed it without even drinking water.

And there is no clean water in this dilapidated hut.

It must be said that although this imported special medicine is expensive, the effect is immediate.

After taking a pill, Wang Junxia's face seemed to have a touch of rosy color, and it no longer looked as lifeless as before.

"Old Xu, who are these two?"

Wang Junxia adjusted his mentality and finally couldn't help but ask.

He was a little confused. In his current state, why did Lao Xu bring two guests here?

"This is Director Shen Mu Shen, and this is Miss Ye Lanye. They are here to discuss cooperation with you!"

Lao Xu did not show any pretense. After introducing the identities of Shen Mu and Ye Lan, he directly stated the purpose of each other's visit.

This caused a wry smile to appear on Wang Junxia's face.

"Old Xu, it's not like you don't know my current state. How can I be able to film a movie as sick as I am?"

It can be seen that Wang Junxia still likes filming, but his family knows his family affairs, and now it is quite difficult for him to even walk, let alone go to film.

Wang Junxia's friendship with Xu Maoshan is extraordinary. The other person is now his only friend and the person who understands his situation best.

Therefore, he was a little confused. Xu Maoshan clearly knew his situation, so why did he bring a director here?

Isn't this tempting yourself?

If possible, Wang Junxia really wants to act again. It is his lifelong interest and dream.

It's a pity that once you get sick, you may have to spend the future in a hospital bed.

In Wang Junxia's mind, no matter what role he plays now, he may not be qualified for it.

If you act in a sickly state, what kind of acting skills can you talk about?

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