The left hand knew that Ali was back, so he knocked on Ali's door.
Ali lay on the bed and watched the door being knocked. He immediately turned his head. He didn't want to worry about Afen's affairs.
I just heard shouting from the other side of the door,
"Left hand~"
"Left hand..."
Ali got up and opened the door, only to see his left hand standing at the door.
His left hand showed a classic crooked smile, he opened his hands slightly and said to Ali with a smile,
"You're back."
"came back."
He hugged Ali with his left hand. He saw that the door showed signs of being pried open. He touched the door lock with his hand and said,
"what happened?"
"It's okay."
Ali didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to think about Ah Fen now. Talking about it left him helpless and it made him exhausted mentally and physically.
Feeling powerless…
It seemed that no matter what he did, he couldn't relieve his guilt.
Being undercover is no reason, huh.
Seeing Ali's lack of energy with his left hand, he hugged Ali and said,
"What’s wrong with you?"
"Why do you seem to have no energy?"
Ali didn't talk about Lin Kun or Afen. He just sat on the chair and said,
"I've been a little tired these days."
"Well, I thought it was because of Affen."
"Afen?"
"Yes, didn't Shushu give Ah Le a good beating that day? He asked something."
"what?"
Ali's body leaned forward a little. He wanted to keep a distance from anyone. He was afraid of contacting others.
It's just that he can't worry about it at all, and he can't worry about many things.
He wants to be in contact with people, and he doesn’t want to be in contact with people…
Contradictory but not contradictory.
He didn't know what to do. He was delighted by the arrival of his left hand. At the same time, their identities made him want to keep a distance from his left hand.
It's not because of thieves or soldiers...
Ali didn't want to hurt his left hand one day.
He pursed his lips with his left hand. He seemed to be speaking a little too fast just now.
It was impossible for him to take care of Jingjing now, and Ah Fen couldn't take care of Jingjing. He thought Ali could help.
"No."
"Left hand, what? That makes me more curious."
"Nothing."
"Tell me as a friend."
When Zuo Zuo heard what Ali said, he calmed down. He didn't know whether it would be good or bad to say this.
The left hand thought for a long time...
He looked at Ali, and Ali looked at him. Ali was waiting for the answer from his left hand, what did Ali say to him that day.
His left hand met Ali's eyes. He looked a little at a loss.
He lit a cigarette to calm down, exhaled and spoke to Ali,
"We and Liansheng hate sweets the most, and we also hate fellow Taoists..."
"When Shuoshu was beating A Le, he shouted: Let you xd, let you xd~"
"Ale covered his head and cried out for injustice. He said some words."
The left hand paused for a moment. He didn't want Ali to have any prejudice against Ah Fen. He hoped that Ali could help Ah Fen's family, but Ali said so.
"Um…"
"He said that he didn't want to smoke either. It was Afen who coaxed him into smoking. When he met her, she was already addicted."
"He said he kept urging Ah Fen to quit, but Ah Fen said he couldn't quit, and he wanted to prove it."
"result…"
"He really couldn't quit, and that's why he ended up like this."
He took a deep breath with his left hand, glanced at Ali, smoked a cigarette and looked at his feet and said,
"I asked."
"Afen hit her on the thigh, and Ale hit her arm."
"The blood vessels are shrinking, so it can't be penetrated into the arm, so Ah Fen is in front of A Le. What A Le said is true."
Ali's eyes shrank, and he put his hand on his forehead and propped it on the table.
“…”
Time is flowing, and time for Zuo Zuo and Ali seems to have stopped.
…
Mongkok, Silver Film Company
Lin Zishe returned to the company in Mong Kok, and the person who picked him up was Ah Jiu. Lin Zishe looked at the busy distribution department and the idle Wang Jiawei.
He patted Wang Jiawei on the shoulder and said to Wang Jiawei with a smile,
"You seem bored. Do you want to make a movie?"
Wang Jiawei was patted on the shoulder by Lin Zishe, and his body trembled. He looked up and saw that it was Lin Zishe.
"Lin Sheng, come back to the company~"
"filming?"
Lin Zishe nodded, looked at Wang Jiawei and said with a smile,
"Xiao Wang, I am very optimistic about you."
“…”
Wang Jiawei didn't say anything. Filmmaking by the club was nothing more than that: money laundering.
Wang Jiawei is indeed interested in making movies, and he has signed a contract. If he had always been a screenwriter, it might not be so good.
He secretly glanced at Lin Zishe, but...
He is now working for the famous He Lian Sheng. If the filming is not good, he might become Finding Nemo, always struggling to move around on the bottom of the sea.
Wang Jiawei took a deep breath and thought about it. He also knew a friend who believed in his shooting.
"Okay, I have a friend I'd like to recommend."
"Okay~ Our company needs some talents..."
When Wang Jiawei heard Lin Zishe's words, he felt that he had tricked his friend. He met Lin Zishe's smiling smile and shook his head quickly.
"It still doesn't work, I'll wait..."
"Um?"
Lin Zishe's face turned evil. He really liked the movies made by Wang Jiawei.
Wang Jiawei saw Lin Zishe's expression change, and he immediately straightened his body.
"I'll shoot!"
"It's okay to be afraid~ Now the company needs to make more movies."
Wang Jiawei's ears directly translated Lin Zishe's words...
Nowadays, companies need to launder money a lot, and they need a screenwriter like you who knows nothing to come on board. If you can’t launder much money, I will take you to the bottom of the sea to take a bath.
Wang Jiawei: “…”
Lin Zishe didn't know what Wang Jiawei was thinking. He heard that Wang Jiawei was going to make a movie.
"When the time comes, let me take a look at the script. If I think there's nothing wrong with it, you can start filming."
"Yes, Lin Sheng."
Lin Zishe walked into the office. Li Lizhi's wretched look and the way he nodded along with Lin Zishe made it look like he had a job as a turtle grandfather.
"show me."
"Lin Sheng, everything is ready. We followed the script throughout the filming. Lin Sheng watched it last time and laughed happily."
Lin Zishe touched his chin, turned to look at Li Lichi and said,
"The last time I remember watching a movie, I didn't seem to laugh."
“…”
Li Lichi thought about it for a moment, and it seemed that it was really like this. He looked like he couldn't touch it with his hands, and said to Lin Zishe with a smile,
"But you have a high opinion of the movie."
"It seems to be normal..."
Li Lizhi tried to find excuses for the failure of the movie, but Lin Zishe rejected them one by one. What should he do? He could only pray that God would give him a chance.
Lin Zishe twisted his neck, looked at Li Lichi and said,
"Stop talking so much and go make your next movie."
"Next one?"
Li Lizhi was overjoyed when he heard Lin Zishe's words. This meant that Lin Zishe would not kill him, otherwise who would he look for to film half of the film...
Lin Zishe nodded, looked at Li Lizhi and said,
"The next film will be about bodyguards~"
"Bodyguards are very popular recently. Many people around me have bodyguards."
“…”
Li Lizhi wiped the sweat from his forehead. Are you talking about the bodyguard or the horseman? Lin Sheng, if you say this, I won't be able to recognize him clearly.
"Yes, Lin Sheng."
"Well, help me find someone with a funny image. Give me a look."
Lin Zishe breathed out. There were no three Xu brothers in this world, so it would be a bit troublesome. We could only try them one by one.
Lin Zishe planned to tell Wang Jiawei about the story and some humorous points, and let Wang Jiawei make the movie.
