Chapter 37

"However, he made it clear that he did not want to sign a contract with us or develop in the performing arts circle." Er Lei said. This was beyond Wang Zhongding's expectation. "Did he say why?" Er Lei shook his head, "he didn't say." In the evening, Wang Zhongding drove to Han Dong's residence again. Last time I left in a hurry, I didn't even have time to lock the door, but there was nothing to steal. After two nights, the cheap inflatable mattress has shrunk out of shape. Clothes, daily necessities and half eaten snacks are scattered around the mattress In this pile of junk, a storage box stands out. After Wang Zhongding opened it, he found that the things inside were placed quite neatly. Almost all entertainment magazines are arranged according to the date of issue, from the first issue to the last issue. If you look down, you can see professional books on performance, with labels on every page. Finally, Wang Zhongding took out a yellow and old book of 300 Tang poems. On the cover of the book, it said, "send it to my first girlfriend.". From the old degree of the book, we can see that it has a long history. From the content of the book, we can see that love started early. Sure enough, some of the color seeds are born. Soon, Wang Zhongding found another abandoned magazine. He is the cover of this magazine. The face on the cover is painted in a mess, but it's not a kind of prank like graffiti, but a variety of weird symbols. At the same time, Wang Zhongding picked up a photo of Han Dong not far away, which was also painted as this virtue. Wang Zhongding tore off the cover and put it into the bag together with Han Dong's photo. After that, he turned on Han Dong's computer. Han Dong's computer is like the epitome of a room, with all kinds of messy software and icons. But when you open the folder named "performance", the classification inside is so neat and meticulous. There are hundreds of videos in one of the sub folders, all of which are films and TV dramas he has participated in in in the past five years. Many of them are produced by Zhongding film and television company, but Wang Zhongding never knew that there was a Han Dong in it. These videos are named in a unified way, such as 12'15 ″ - 12'17 ″, 47'33 ″ - 47'34 ″ Wait, the length of time shown above is Han Dong's appearance time. For Wang Zhongding such a digital control, just a glance, you can calculate the total departure time of Han Dong. Five years - not enough time for the protagonist to appear in a movie. And this also includes one or two wonderful things that Han Dong took care of himself to extend, which can really be ignored if it is actually calculated. It's hard to imagine how such a neurotic second-class man could hold on to something so persistently? What is more difficult to understand is that since he is so infatuated with performance, why did he refuse the great development opportunity? Wang Zhongding opened another sub folder, which was full of stills of Han dongdang's group performance, and a small number of group photos with stars. Mouse slide to the bottom, an unexpected photo jumped into the view of Wang Zhongding. Han Dong and Li Shang's group photo! Two people are hanging shoulder to shoulder at the gate of the North film studio. That day, Liang Jing sent someone to pick the leading role. In the photo, Li Shang smiles very much, which is quite different from Wang Zhongding when he first met him. Wang Zhongding copied the photo into his hard disk. Before leaving, Wang Zhongding also found the rope on the doorknob, that is, Han Dong was crying to tie his props that day. It is a common hemp rope, which is made of several strands of hemp thread. After such a toss by Han Dong, the hemp thread in the middle is a little scattered, and it seems that something comes out of it. Wang Zhongding disassembled the hemp thread with his fingers and took out a piece of paper. "My favorite Dongzi." Obviously, it's a man's handwriting. Wang Zhongding suddenly remembered the scene of Han Dong crying and binding himself that night If no one finds out, seven days? Ten days? The longest time is only a month, and this piece of paper is rotten in it. Fortunately, someone discovered the secret, but unfortunately, it wasn't Han Dong. Wang Zhongding took out the note and put it in his pocket instead of putting it back. Then, the door was locked tightly.