Yu Jing raised his eyebrows, does this guy know Chime Bell?
…
Xing Xu climbed out of the holographic cabin, said hello to his agent and left the company. He is just a newcomer and his agent doesn't care about him.
When he got home, he stood on tiptoes and sneakily ran towards the room.
"Stop!" A powerful roar echoed in the living room.
Xing Xu apologized and smiled: "Grandpa, you didn't go to work in the research institute."
An old Mediterranean man suddenly stood up and rushed to his grandson aggressively: "Are you really joining the group?"
Xing Xu didn't want to say anything more to him, so he just nodded: "Well, filming has already started."
Xing Zhengtian immediately beat his chest and said: "That director is so ignorant that he actually likes you!"
"What do you mean by having no vision? He even praised me for my acting skills." Xing Xu frowned.
Already very tired after a day of filming, and having to deal with all this with Xing Zhengtian, Xing Xu waved his hands tiredly, turned around and went back to the room to sleep, too lazy to say more to him.
Xing Zheng was so angry that he walked around the living room several times and finally ran next door to complain to his old man.
Yan Shiyu opened the door and said hello politely, turned around and shouted: "Grandpa, Grandpa Xing is here to see you."
The old man who was studying mythological materials walked out of the study and told his grandson skillfully: "Go and make two cups of tea to reduce fire."
Xing Zhengtian looked at Yan Shiyu with an envious expression.
"Shigure is really well-behaved. He is not like the debt collector in my family. He was so rebellious that he wanted to jump to the sky. He refused to follow the path arranged by his family and entered the entertainment industry as soon as he graduated."
Yan Shiyu persuaded him with a smile: "My grandfather and father chose the same major in ancient book research because we like this job. Xing Xu likes acting, and there is nothing wrong with becoming famous among the stars in the future."
Xing Zhengtian sighed: "I'm just jealous when I see three generations of your grandparents working hard for the same job."
The son is obedient, but Xing Xu, the grandson, is rebellious when he says that the other party going east must go west.
Grandpa Shi raised his eyelids and said: "Okay, Xing Xu is better than many young people, just be content with it and interfere in the development of the younger generation without authorization. Are you a control freak?"
"Bah! You are a control freak!" Xing Zhengtian originally wanted to chat with a friend to vent his depressed mood, but unexpectedly he felt angry again. He took a sip of tea and walked back home as if he was carrying the wind.
Shi Yanyu looked worried: "Grandpa..."
"Ignore him. I'm not used to his bad habits." Grandpa Shi grabbed his grandson and said, "Let's continue to study the myth of Nuwa."
In order to avoid being angry at himself, Xing Zhengtian could only immerse himself in work and turn a blind eye to his grandson's behavior of going to the company every day.
The old man and Shi Yanyu's grandfather chose the same school, but one of them studied ancient mythology and the other studied ancient instruments. After graduation, they were recruited by the state to enter the research institute.
On this day, Xing Zhengtian came back from the research institute and put the information on the table. Xing Xu, who had finished work early, immediately stood up.
Both parents were on business trips, and the atmosphere at home seemed frozen. He took the initiative to break the ice: "Grandpa, you are back from get off work."
"Yeah." Xing Zhengtian said with a straight face.
"Did you encounter difficulties at work?"
Xing Zhengtian was very disgusted: "What's the use of telling you, you are in the entertainment industry, do you know the knowledge of ancient artifacts!"
Xing Xu almost changed his face and took a deep breath: "No matter how you say it, you are influenced by what you hear and see..."
"Why don't you choose the ancient studies major?"
No matter how well-educated he was, he couldn't help it. Xing Zhengtian had a bad temper, and Xing Xu had a delicate appearance and a stubborn personality. He immediately grabbed the information and read it himself.
"Is this... an ancient artifact from the Han Dynasty?" The young man slowly raised his eyebrows.
When Xing Zhengtian heard what he said, he gritted his teeth angrily. He knew so much about ancient artifacts, but ended up diving into the entertainment industry...
"Little bastard, I get angry when I see you." The old man rubbed his chest vigorously.
Xing Xu raised his eyebrows but refused to roll away. He calmly opened the information and started reading.
"This is a rhinoceros with a moire pattern. Judging from the description, it seems to be an ancient artifact from the Han Dynasty. At that time, people believed that the rhinoceros was a spiritual beast that controlled water, and they often used its image to carve things. This moiré pattern seems to be inlaid with gold threads. In that In terms of the times, it is simply an ingenuity..."
Xing Zhengtian, who was halfway through taking off his clothes, was stunned. He staggered over and grabbed his grandson with his hands like iron pliers: "Who taught you this? How do you know this knowledge?"
"The crew."
Xing Zhengtian was stunned.
…
Today is the day of Wen Qibai’s trial.
Yu Jing stopped filming for a day, and Pei Yi took him into the auditorium in a slight disguise.
The military court is in the shape of a bird's nest, with judges, prosecutors and jurors in front and on the left and right, and all observers in the back.
When Wen Qibai was brought in, Yu Jing could hardly recognize who he was.
Yu Jing remembered that Wen Qibai was over two hundred years old and was in his prime in Starland. When he smiled, there were only a few fine lines at the corners of his eyes.
Nowadays, he has white hair, his expression is ashen and numb, his eyes are almost motionless, and he is like a puppet being escorted to the dock by two soldiers.
Yu Jing stared at his exposed wrist for a long time. It was so thin that it seemed as if it would break at a single break, leaving only wrinkled skin.
"If you feel uncomfortable, why don't we just stop watching?" Pei Yi lowered his eyes and intertwined his dry palms with Yu Jing's fingers, warming his slightly cold palms little by little.
Yu Jing took a deep breath: "No, I want to see it."
He resented Wen Qibai. He came here today not to rejoice in his misfortune, but to witness his punishment with his own eyes.
Yu Jing no longer cares whether the red envelope sent by Wen Qibai and the words of peace and prosperity on New Year's Eve were false or sincere blessings.
The presiding judge concluded his decades-long crime: "...the defendant Wen killed a total of 307 victims in his illegal experiment... After unanimous decision by the jury members, the defendant was sentenced to exile and life imprisonment... …”
A large number of family members of the victims had gathered outside the court. The moment the verdict was handed down, Yu Jing heard the deafening shouts outside.
Wen Qibai was escorted to the port. The outraged family members of the victims almost broke through the obstruction of the human wall and devoured Wen Qibai alive.
"Murderer!"
"You crazy pervert, please give my daughter her life!"
Suddenly, in full view of everyone, a man transformed back into his evolved form and jumped into the protective fence of the bird's nest. He threw himself on Wen Qibai, clutching the gray prison uniform tightly, as if looking for the last straw, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Haohao, where did you take my Haohao?"
The soldiers next to him quickly went to pull him. The huge peacock struggled desperately in the arms of the soldier. The bird's feathers were messy and it had a pungent odor, as if it had been wandering for a long time.
The name Haohao seemed to turn on some kind of switch. Wen Qibai's eyes moved, and he turned his head slowly and stiffly, staring at the peacock flapping its wings.
"Ah..." He seemed to have not spoken for a long time, and his voice was hoarse like sand rubbing against glass, "Shen Yuhao's father."
"Where have you done my Haohao!" the peacock roared loudly.
Wen Qibai's facial muscles twitched twice, the corners of his mouth mechanically raised, and his eyes widened, as if he was wearing a smile mask: "Guess."
"You bastard! Haohao is still a child, how could you kill him!" The peacock turned back into a human body, roared and rushed forward, but was pinned to the ground by several soldiers with quick eyesight and hands.
The man's sanity was on the verge of collapse. After roaring, he begged with tears and tears: "Please, return Haohao to me, even if it is a corpse, return Haohao to me."
When people in the distance heard the man's heart-rending roar, they became even more excited and cursed at Wen Qibai.
Yu Jing and Pei Yi stood in the corridor, watching this scene quietly.
"Who is Haohao? Is he a child?" Yu Jing felt very sad. She didn't expect that Wen Qibai would not let go of even children.
Pei Yi could tell what he was thinking at a glance and denied in a deep voice: "No, Shen Yuhao was the student who took the lead in bullying Wen Luo. After the accident, his father wanted to spend money to buy a scapegoat. Wen Qibai found out and fled to other galaxies. Missing time."
Yu Jing was stunned for a moment and said lightly.
School violence is equally inexcusable.
Wen Qibai faced life imprisonment, Chu Baixia died on the way to awakening, and Yu Sui'an was sentenced to fifty years in prison.
Looking up at the cloudless blue sky, Yu Jing took a deep breath and let go of the matter completely.
He smiled in relief, took the initiative to hold those sharp-jointed hands, and strode forward.
"Lao Pei, let's go out to eat tonight. It's May and I want to eat ice cream." It has been a year since he came to StarCraft before he knew it. Time flies so fast.
Pei Yi smiled lowly and let Yu Jing pull him towards the hover car.
…
After unloading a heavy burden, Yu Jing calmed down and returned to filming.
"What's wrong with you?" The suona in Yu Jing's hand almost came into close contact with Xing Xu, "Why does it feel like you don't have enough sleep?"
Xing Xu yawned: "It's just lack of sleep."
It's not enough to shoot on the set during the day. When I go home at night, I have to be caught by my grandpa asking for various props from the set. Xing Xu felt guilty and always felt that he was using the things at home to support outsiders.
Bah bah bah! What a broken metaphor!
The young man was startled, and his groggy brain was immediately awakened by fright.
"I don't interfere with your personal life, but if it affects the shooting, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Xing Xu nodded: "I understand, Director Jing."
The filming progress was slowly progressing. On this day, Yu Jing discovered that a supporting actor who played the role of a passerby was not here.
"Uncle Mo isn't here?" Yu Jing waved to the leader to come over.
Leader Long Tuo was stunned, looked around, and then his face turned pale. He was in charge of several supporting roles on the set, and he really didn't notice that Uncle Mo didn't come today.
"I'm sorry, Director Jing, I'll contact him right away."
Yu Jing waited for three minutes, and then saw Chief Long Duo running over with an embarrassed look on his face: "I'm sorry, Director Jing, Lao Mo has been admitted to the hospital."
The young director was a little surprised. Fortunately, Uncle Mo's character only had three lines and didn't appear much. He was seen from behind most of the time. He could have found another character.
"It's okay, let him rest well."
Xing Xu, who happened to be nearby, jumped over immediately: "Director Jing, can I recommend someone?"
Yu Jing raised his eyebrows: "Who do you want to recommend?"
"My grandfather, like the character in the play, is a researcher and is very interested in ancient culture." Xing Xu felt that instead of letting his grandfather ask questions at home, it would be better to take him into the group to see with his own eyes, otherwise he would die suddenly sooner or later. .
Yu Jing touched his chin: "Is he a researcher?"
"Yes, he works at the Donghua Institute of Ancient Culture and is an old expert."
The leader of Longtou originally had an ugly expression on his face, but when he heard that the other party was a national-level researcher, he suddenly became as quiet as a chicken.
