half blind

Zhang Qing breathed a sigh of relief.Just as he reasoned, in his field of vision at this time, Zhou Nanchen was like a light bulb, which could illuminate things about half a meter around him.That way, he can see where the camera is.

The shooting became smoother, Zhang Qing soon found the feeling, the shutter sounded one after another, and the photographer took pictures one after another.

Zhou Nanchen moved a stool next to the photographer and sat down, looking at his phone all the time, never raising his head.

For a moment, Zhang Qing wanted Zhou Nanchen to look up at him, but he quickly dismissed it.

If Zhou Nanchen really looked up and stared at him, he might not even be able to take a picture.

"Youth is the taste of sweet and sour, the taste of longing. Youth is sweet with you." Zhang Qing looked at Zhou Nanchen, "Time flies by, I really 'enjoy you'."

"Okay, thank you Brother Zhang!" The person in charge was full of praise, "It's very good, very good, I've done it all over again, I really deserve to be Brother Zhang!"

The corner of Zhang Qing's mouth twitched, and he didn't know who was scolding there just now.

After the work was over, the shadows shook each other, and there was a sound of "hard work".Zhang Qing breathed a sigh of relief and fumbled to find his water glass.

"Here." Duanmurou appeared next to Zhang Qing in time, handed over the water glass, and asked in a low voice, "How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

Zhang Qing took the water glass and shook his head, "It's still the same."

"You told me that you can only see Zhou..." Duanmurou obviously didn't remember Zhou Nanchen's name, "What's the matter with your high school classmate?"

"It's literally." Zhang Qing took a sip of water, "I think you are all high-end, only he is 1080P."

Duanmurou raised his eyebrows in disbelief, and before he could say anything, the 1080 himself walked over.

Zhou Nanchen looked at Zhang Qing, hesitant to speak on that handsome face, finally just nodded and said, "Pay attention to rest."

Zhang Qing responded, and before he could say anything else, Zhou Nanchen had already picked up his coat, put it on and walked towards the door.

"He told me to pay attention to rest." Zhang Qing glared at Duanmurou, who was startled by him, "What?"

"It's okay." Zhang Qing immediately turned his head away, and took several deep breaths where Duanmurou couldn't see.

He couldn't describe what he felt, but he could feel emotions pushing up and down like waves.Anger, disappointment, guilt, embarrassment... There is even a little bit of joy that is almost imperceptible.

What are you jumping for?Caper Does he care about himself?

Shit.What the hell did you do seven years ago?

"My little ancestor came back to his senses!" Duanmurou slapped him on the shoulder, "I really don't worry about the emperor and the eunuchs, let's go, hurry up and go to the hospital with me! If there is something wrong with your eyes, I can't afford to sell myself!"

"Come on, cover your left eye and look with your right eye." The doctor pointed to the big "E" on the vision test chart with a small stick, "Can you see this clearly?"

Zhang Qing shook his head, "I can barely see that this board is glowing."

The doctor was taken aback, "What about the other eye?"

Zhang Qing blocked his right eye with a baffle, and squinted his left eye, "Same. Can't see anything clearly."

The doctor frowned and waved to him, "Sit here, let me have a look."

Zhang Qing walked to the seat and almost sat empty.In order to avoid embarrassment, he hastily squatted and moved the stool under his buttocks.

"Here the chin rests, and the forehead rests."

Zhang Qing did as the doctor said, and at this moment, he suddenly felt Duanmurou hold his hand, so hard that even his nails were embedded in his palm.

He held his manager's hand instead, trying to tell her not to worry with body movements.

The doctor didn't speak for a long time, but just observed Zhang Qing's eyes from various angles.Sometimes he was asked to change his posture, and sometimes he was asked to look elsewhere. After tossing for a long time, he finally stood up from the chair.

"Doctor, how is it?" Duanmurou immediately asked nervously, "What's wrong with him? Is it serious? If you need an operation, please arrange it immediately. Money is not a problem. Please give him the best—"

The doctor shook his head with a puzzled look on his face, "There is nothing wrong with his eyes."

what?

Zhang Qing and Duanmurou were both stunned for a moment.

"Are you sure you can't see the letters on the eye chart at all?" the doctor asked again.

Zhang Qing immediately shook his head, "I can't see it at all."

"I haven't seen any abnormalities in the eyes for the time being." The doctor glanced at him and frowned. "You guys go for a head CT to rule out whether there is any nerve compression. Come back and show me the results."

These words made the two of them thump in their hearts, and Duanmurou took Zhang Qing to take a CT scan without saying a word.

However, the three words "no exception" on the report result made both of them confused.

Then the doctor ordered several other examinations one after another, and asked Duanmurou to take Zhang Qing directly to the hospital for a half-day tour, and finally returned to the consultation office with a lot of colorful examination results.

"I didn't see any organic problems." The doctor pushed his glasses and put the report on the table.

"This should... be a good thing, right?" Duanmurou looked at the report result blankly, "But, if your eyes don't have any problems, how can you not see anything?"

"Tell me about your symptoms. Do you see things blurry, or do you have dark shadows in front of your eyes?"

"I can see things blurry." Zhang Qing said honestly, "It's very blurry, I can only see a shadow."

"Do you see everything like this, or is there a difference between near and far?"

"It's all like this, but..." Zhang Qing hesitated, he didn't know if the doctor would treat him as a lunatic if he said the following words.

"But what?" asked the doctor patiently.

"But..." Zhang Qing hesitated for a moment, but still said, "There is one person, I think he is clear about it."

"What?" the doctor asked in surprise.

"I'm not talking nonsense, it's really like this." Zhang Qing said helplessly, "That is, only that one person is very clear in my vision, and everything else... except him, is all blurred."

The doctor was silent when he heard the words. He picked up the pile of examination reports and looked at them, handed them to Duanmurou, and said after a long time: "Young man, I personally think that you should go to the psychiatrist for a look."

"Psychology?" Duanmurou asked.

"I think your situation may be caused by psychological problems." The doctor said, "Some psychological problems do give people the illusion of...the body is sick."

"Illusion? Are you saying that it's your own illusion that his eyes can't see?" Duanmurou was a little anxious, "Our Xiaoqing is an artist, how can he be on a show with his eyes like this? Is there no way to relieve it? Can't wear it?" Glasses?"

"I'm not a psychiatrist. Even if you ask me, I don't know." The doctor waved his hand. "His eyes are fine, and wearing glasses is useless. I have nothing to do."

"but……"

"Go see a psychiatrist." The doctor showed a polite smirk, and shouted out the door, "Next!"

Walking out of the hospital, the early spring wind was still a bit chilly, Zhang Qing shivered, and subconsciously wrapped his coat tightly.Duanmurou was so angry that he greeted the whole family of the ophthalmologist over and over again. After the greeting, he sighed deeply, "Xiaoqing, what are you going to do?"

"Ah?" Zhang Qing said his thoughts honestly, "I want to eat rice noodles at noon."

Duanmu Rou glared at Zhang Qing as if wishing to throw the bag in his hand on his face, "Do you have any idea about your current situation! You just took over the male lead of a TV series, this one The show will start next week, if you can't see your eyes all the time, how can you act?"

"A rubbish internet drama." Zhang Qing interrupted Duanmu Rou, and said with a lack of interest, "Even the original author of the novel is an idle rich second generation, and the publication and adaptation were obtained through the back door through soliciting connections. The crew is full of The relatives and friends of the producer, everyone just wants to make a quick buck and leave, no one wants to do it well."

"Xiaoqing—"

"This isn't acting at all, it's just gambling." Zhang Qing ignored Duanmurou's interruption, and continued on his own, "Gamble that there is shit worse than yourself in the market, and bet that the audience will not starve to death. You can come and eat your own shit. If you win the bet, you will make a lot of money. If you lose the bet, you will not lose money anyway. After all, it is a low-cost online drama, and if you make a lot of hype, there will always be someone who will give you a bad foot."

"So? You don't want to act anymore?" Duanmurou looked at him, and his voice suddenly became calm.

Zhang Qing didn't speak.

"If you don't want to act anymore, tell me now. Next time, I don't have to drink with others until I lose my mind, and I don't have to make dozens of phone calls a day and endure the director's sarcasm." Duanmurou looked at him.

Zhang Qing closed his eyes, "I didn't mean that..."

"Do you think others don't understand what you said?" Duanmurou said with an emphasis, "Do you think that a person like Bai Yidong is happy to act in such rubbish works? Do you think Liang Yu just Would you like to act in Dangai dramas, would you sell rotten cp to you in front of the audience?"

Zhang Qing couldn't see Duanmurou's expression, but could only hear her voice getting stricter.

"Who in this circle doesn't want to be a real 'actor'? Not everyone is qualified. Xiaoqing, as I said before, you can become popular, and you will be able to prove yourself sooner or later. But in that Before, you had to endure everything, and any grievances had to be smashed to pieces and swallowed in my stomach, you know?"

Zhang Qing nodded, "Sister Rou, I'm sorry."

Duanmurou didn't speak for a while, Zhang Qing heard almost inaudible soft weeping in the air.

"Sister Rou..."

Duanmurou's shadow flickered for a while, and continued as if nothing had happened: "Since it may be a psychological problem, then I will help you make an appointment with a psychiatrist. Although I really hope that your eyes will recover soon, but There is no rush for this matter, I can only do my best to help you contact the best psychiatrist."

"Okay." Zhang Qing felt that another piece of cotton was blocked in his throat, and he couldn't get up or down.

"You and that Zhou Nanchen." After a while, Duanmurou said, "Is there any problem?"

Zhang Qing shook his head, "No."

"That's good. I don't want to ask too much about your matter. You...just be clear in your heart." Duanmurou said, "Let's go, get in the car."

"Okay." Zhang Qing hurriedly took a step, and after a while, Duanmurou's dumbfounded voice came from behind, "This way!"

In the afternoon, Zhang Qing returned to the company to sign the final contract for the TV series.After signing the contract, it is time to go to the filming location of the TV series - a small southern city named Liancheng.

Since he couldn't see, Zhang Qing had to ask Duanmurou to read the contract for him, and it took a long time.Others in the company don't know about it yet, but if the strange disease still doesn't improve after a few days, there will be big trouble.

Yin Ling and Zhang Qing made an appointment to set off together, and Duanmurou bought tickets for both of them. After lunch at noon, Zhang Qing and Duanmurou got on the plane first, and Yin Ling said that he would arrive later.

Before the plane took off, Zhang Qing subconsciously took out his mobile phone to take a look, but found that he couldn't even see the big time display on the screen, so he had to hand over the mobile phone to his manager.

"Repost that advertisement blog for me." Zhang Qing said.

Duanmurou sighed, opened Weibo, and complained: "I should ask for twice the salary this month."

Zhang Qing squinted his eyes to see Duanmurou's shadow, and noticed that she was holding the phone much longer than pressing a retweet.

"Any interesting comments?" Zhang Qing asked.

"No." Duanmurou immediately put down the phone upon hearing the words, "It's nothing."

Zhang Qing frowned, "What's wrong?"

"It's really nothing." Duanmurou sighed, and said with some hesitation, "It's just...some private messages scolding you."

"Oh." Zhang Qing understood, "Is Liang Yu's fan?"

"Yeah." Duanmu Rou admitted.

Zhang Qing smiled wryly and waved his hands, "There is no way to do this, who makes Liang Yu more popular than me."

"Clear!"

Just when Duanmurou wanted to say something more, Yin Ling got into the cabin with her bag on her back, "I heard you're blind! Damn, what's going on?"

"Do you dare to keep your voice down? You haven't gone blind yet." Zhang Qing couldn't laugh or cry.

"Not blind yet." Yin Ling seemed relieved, "You frightened me to death, what happened?"

"I don't know either. I went to the hospital and found nothing. The doctor thought I was teasing him." Zhang Qing said.

"Ah, isn't that a big trouble?" Yin Ling raised his voice, "No, I have to find a better doctor for you. That doctor must be too rubbish."

Zhang Qing thought Yin Ling's worried and furious look was a bit funny, but for her face, he coughed dryly to cover it up.

Yin Ling walked to their seats, Duanmu Rou gave her a seat in the back row, and she sat down next to Zhang Qing unceremoniously.

She is wearing a plain dress today, and her wavy long hair looks like she has just been permed. No matter how you look at it, she looks like a lady.However, this person's actual personality has nothing to do with her dressing style, which is called straightforward and pungent.

Those who like her say she is generous, and those who don't like her nickname her Yin Shrew.But she doesn't care about the public opinion on the Internet at all, she always has an attitude of "say what you like", she is not active in business, and she just cares about her own happiness in acting.

Zhang Qing thought about this matter later, and finally felt that it was because she was not short of money.It's nice to have money.