Chapter 958 It’s not necessarily a bad thing (4 more updates, please subscribe)
Author: Qinggu
Chapter 958 It’s not necessarily a bad thing (4 updates·Please subscribe)
At the time when it was most popular, Xia Yu Studio Weibo liked this post and many fans there.
Not only did he respond to the fans [Yuyu baby, I am the fourth one, you are the brain mother-in-law]:
[Thank you for liking me.]
He also responded to the girl who decided to lose weight:
[If you become a hot girl in a year, please let me take a photo with you, okay? But there is one thing to say, you can lose weight, but you have to lose weight scientifically. If you really decide, you can also contact me, I can
Help you arrange a body shaping nutritionist!]
As soon as this news was released, it immediately became a hot search topic.
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Paris 5th arrondissement.
Seeing Xia Yu and Zhuang Ling waiting in the ward, Carlos was stunned: What's going on?
He quickly closed his eyes and began to digest the situation.
Squinting his eyes and moving his nose, he analyzed that this was a hospital.
Start to remember what happened.
‘I was drinking in the bathroom, and then had an accident? I don’t remember! The last impression in my mind was that I took the wine into the bathroom, and then the film broke?’
Carlos was very embarrassed at this moment.
'There was an accident? They rescued me? In the bathroom? Drunk? Or in a coma?'
'God! Why did this embarrassing thing happen to me?'
The most embarrassing thing is that they know he is awake, and he also knows that they know he is awake.
But he chose to deceive himself for fear of being laughed at.
Choose to endure the suffering.
Two hours later.
Carlos almost collapsed.
'Come on, why aren't you leaving? Why aren't you leaving? How long are you going to stay here? You don't need to eat? Don't you have anything to do?'
Because he couldn't hold it in any longer, and if he didn't leave, his bladder would burst.
The hospital bed creaked from time to time.
Zhuang Ling was very patient, but being in the same house with a stubborn guy like Carlos Zivkovic, he felt inexplicably angry.
What can't I do? Do I have to spend time with him here?
Too lazy to fight him for endurance, he revealed:
"If you want to go to the toilet, hurry up. The infusion has just finished. If you don't go, I will ask the nurse to get you the subsequent infusion bottle!"
"It's not that we won't leave, it's that we need you to wake up before we can leave!"
Idiot! Zhuang Ling complained.
Carlos's heart trembled.
I was holding it in at first, but I couldn't hold it in any longer and was about to pee my pants. I held it in for another ten minutes and decided to wake up.
Do a full set of dramas.
His eyes moved slightly and he frowned, as if he had woken up from a hangover.
How could a director of art films and feature films not know how to act?
"What's wrong with me?"
"Where am I now?"
"...Why are you here?"
"Oh, sorry, I think I need to use the toilet!"
Then he quickly entered the bathroom and came out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later... looking weak and sleepy.
"My head is still dizzy. I think I don't know how to entertain you for the time being. I'll continue to rest first!"
The acting was okay, but the lines were a bit... not up to par!
Zhuang Ling rolled her eyes so much that Xia Yu snickered.
After confirming that Carlos Zivkovic was awake and confirming the signature with the nurse, Xia Yu and Zhuang Ling left.
Zhuang Ling did not forget to tell him, "Yu Junhao is already on the way. He will land in about two hours and will come to the hospital to pick you up then!"
This time, something so dangerous and embarrassing happened unexpectedly.
The two of them started talking after leaving the hospital.
Xia Yu, "Do you think this incident is a good thing or a bad thing for Director Carlos?"
"It may not be a good thing!" Zhuang Ling raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Look at the way he looked just now, isn't he coming out? After all, both face and mental endurance can be cultivated. It's just that he has been suppressed for a long time.
, feel inferior?"
Xia Yu nodded, "Everything has to go through this stage."
Seeing Zhuang Ling's indifferent expression, Xia Yu became curious.
"Senior sister, have you ever experienced this stage?"
Xia Yu didn't dare to say absolute words.
"?" Zhuang Ling, "Why did you ask me?"
"Just curious."
Zhuang Ling started the engine and adjusted the direction, as if reminiscing. The car drove for a long time and entered the avenue before saying: "Yes."
She said, "Before I became sensible until I was seventeen, I felt that Old Man Zhuang didn't love me, favored boys over girls, and treated Senior Brother Tao Zhang better than me..."
"You want to ask the truth, right?"
Zhuang Ling asked Xia Yu again. Anyway, I have already said it, so I will just chat a few words by the way.
"I am still asking myself, but one thing I am sure of is that Mr. Zhuang is indeed sorry that I am still a girl. Do you love me? Do you love us three sisters? Do you? But he definitely loves himself more, love
Ms. Yongxia, you love your career, and we will come after you..."
Xia Yu listened quietly, and Zhuang Ling asked, "Aren't you going to refute me?"
Xia Yu opened his eyes, shook his head and said, "Why should you refute? I haven't experienced it. I can't use my current performance and what I see to evaluate the past. People will make mistakes, and people will correct and make progress!"
Zhuang Ling smiled, "Are you saying in disguise that maybe Mr. Zhuang once was?"
"Maybe I didn't say that!"
Zhuang Ling returned to the topic and recalled:
"When I was in elementary school, I hated myself for not being a boy, so I tried every means to make myself like a boy. I signed up for Sanda, martial arts, and played basketball. If anything related to boys, I would go with it.
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"Everyone thinks that I am like a shining star, very dazzling, but only I know that I have low self-esteem——
Old Man Zhuang’s ever-glaring glances, Old Man Zhuang’s quarrels with your senior sister and second senior sister.
To me, it's like dogs and whistles.
When the whistle blows, my whole body becomes tense.
I strive to do my best in everything, and I want to prove that... we girls are no worse than boys.
But as I grew older, with the coming of strange looks, exclusion, and isolation from peers and older people, there was a period of time when I was probably too mentally stressed, and I had thoughts of committing suicide.
Thoughts and even actions.”
“As for what the thoughts and actions were, I won’t tell you.
Now that I think about it, I still feel a little ashamed.
As for why it was not completed in the end, you can still talk to me at this moment. As you can guess, I was saved.
Saved by a little girl.
I say she is a little girl because of my current perspective. In fact, she is one year older than me.
She looks like a very weak girl, but her heart is so strong that even I am ashamed!
She is not very eye-catching, has many freckles on her face, is slightly fat and short.
Because there were not enough dormitories, she was assigned to our dormitory, and we were all part-time students at the time... You could choose to have dinner at the school or go home, but you had to stay at the school at night."
"We had bunk beds, and she lived with her stepfather, mother, and grandmother - but she often had wounds on her body... I didn't know at first. I thought she was bullied by people in the same school, ostracized and isolated by girls in the same grade or even the same class.
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"Later I found out that it was not her beast, her stepfather, and she was torturing her."
"How is that girl doing now?" Xia Yu suddenly asked.
This was regarded as Zhuang Ling tearing a big hole in herself. She said with a rare sad smile:
"She saved me, but she will always sleep on that early spring night."
