Actors Don’t Get Vacations

A long time ago, there was a reader named Li Litao. One day, he saw a very good book "Actors Have No Holidays". After he read all the chapters at once, he found that it was still being serialized, so he decided to save the manuscript for a week first. A week later, he opened "Actors Have No Holidays" and found that Crow had updated a chapter. Ideal Tao finished reading it unwillingly, thinking about saving it for a longer time next time. Half a month later, he opened "Actors Have No Holidays" and found that Crow had updated a chapter. Ideal Tao finished reading it again reluctantly, thinking about saving it longer next time. A month later, he opened "Actors Have No Holidays" and found that Crow had updated a chapter. Ideal Tao finished reading it again reluctantly, thinking that I should keep it longer next time. Three months later, he opened "Actors Have No Holidays" and found that Crow had updated three chapters. Ideal Tao opened a new chapter and found that she had forgotten the previous plot. That's how Li Litao discovered the true meaning of "depositing manuscripts." Therefore, he started reading from the first chapter of "Actors Have No Holidays" and found that this book was so beautiful. "I will definitely save the manuscript again."

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Is Guan Gege on holiday today? "Actors Have No Holidays" Side Story "The Author Takes Vacation Every Day" 😰

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In the solemn lobby, the presiding judge picked up a blank page. "The verdict of this case is as follows: the principal criminal Guan Chen should be... Sentenced to death, and the accomplices... And others should be sentenced to life imprisonment..." "Bang!" The iron door of the detention center closed, and Guan Chen was pushed down onto the dry iron frame bed. The cold shackles tightly strangled his legs, and there was no trace of life in his dead eyes. "Boss, what should I do!" The piercing sirens are getting closer and closer, the group's heartbeats are getting faster and faster, and their breathing can't stop trembling - they can no longer escape. Everyone looked down in panic at the bloody sharp knives in the hands of several people, their timid bodies were trembling - they had never really killed anyone. "It's over, it's over, it's all over!" A man with a sharp knife in his hand knelt down and screamed, his face twisted. The man in black, known as the boss, lowered his head to think, then raised his head and saw Guan Chen standing upright beside him. The boss handed the knife in his hand to Guan Chen, "Achen, take it. You stay in the prison for us for a few days, and I will rescue you." The boss took the lead, and several people handed the murder weapon to Guan Chen. Dark red blood drops slowly slid to the tip of the knife and slowly dripped on his chest. "Yes, hurry up, take it! Hurry up!" The desperado, who was kneeling and roaring, found a way to survive and roughly tried to give the weapon to Guan Chen. "Achen, please suffer a little for the brothers first..." "Achen, we will get you out of the hands of the policeman. We will wrong you first..." "Achen..." Guan Chen's eyes were staring at everyone, his eyes were cold and silent, as if it could make ghosts and gods tremble. Staring at the bloody murder weapon in front of him, Guan Chen said nothing. Two seconds later, he took hold of all the murder weapons. The sirens stopped, and more than 20 police officers rushed out of the police cars and dispersed, trapping everyone in the circle. "We surrender." The boss raised his hands slightly and squatted down, and the others followed suit. There was only one person, Guan Chen, holding a sharp knife with wet blood on it, standing in the cold wind, his eyes cold and without luster. "Quick, subdue him!" Several police officers swarmed up and pushed Guan Chen to the ground. Out of Guan Chen's sight, the man in black squatted on the ground, his mouth slowly opened, and he smiled in the cold wind. "Ha." Guan Chen punched the bed, and bloodshot streaks oozed from the back of his dry hand. "Sure enough, I didn't even think about fishing me out. Anyway, it doesn't matter ." The angry look flashed from Guan Chen's dark eyes, replaced by loneliness and despair. For him, there is nothing left to miss in this world. The bullying in school when he was a child, the loneliness and danger of living in society, the family that frightened him, the scene where his father, who had been drinking all year round, smashed a wine bottle on his mother's head when he came back late at night, and the mother fell to the ground in blood... These were lingering in Guan Chen's mind all the time, and he had long wanted to get rid of them. … The time is up. Guan Chen was tied to the injection bed, his expression still showed no fear. It seems that I have been waiting for this moment a long time ago. The anesthesia needle penetrated Guan Chen's blood vessel. In the few seconds he was waiting for the medicine to take effect, he looked back at his life and realized that he had gained nothing and left nothing behind. Feeling the cold needle touch his body again, Guan Chen's breathing gradually became calmer. In his mind, he suddenly remembered a bunch of candied haws of sugar-coated haws brought back to him by his grandmother from a walk when he was four or five years old; his grandfather carried him on his back to the village to watch some old men playing chess; His mother led him to the park, who was no more than waist high, and stood aside with a tender look on his face as he ran wildly on the beach with a kite... "Is this a reflection of the past? It's so good." Drip The brainwave test on the side The measuring instrument turned into several parallel straight lines, and Guan Chen's thick eyelids never opened again...                                     (End)

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