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Chapter 282 Get out, thank you

What kind of story is the fantasy drifting of the boy pie?

Very drifting, very unfantasy.

It is like a sandwich biscuit that looks beautiful but has a cruel reality in the middle.

The protagonist's name is Pi, which is the π of pi. He migrated with his family and brought animals from the family zoo on board. He encountered a shipwreck on the way, and in the end he was the only one who survived.

Two stories were told after Pi survived.

The first story is such a fantasy, he boarded a lifeboat after being shipwrecked, and the boat was full of animals except himself, a zebra with a broken leg, a female orangutan, a hyena, and A tiger under canvas.

The hyena first killed the zebra, then attacked and killed the female orangutan, and was finally rushed out by the tiger.

Subsequently, Pi and the tiger drifted at sea for more than 200 days until they landed and were rescued.

How magnificent and exciting it must be for a person and a ferocious tiger to drift together at sea for more than 200 days, and finally be rescued miraculously.

It fits the word "fantasy" perfectly.

Unfortunately, the protagonist also tells a second story to two people from Neon Nation Insurance Company - the animals in the first story are all anthropomorphic, the zebra is a wounded sailor, the hyena is a grumpy cook, The female orangutan is his mother, and the tiger refers to his fierce side.

It's just that, after the initial supplies are exhausted, how can Pi rely on food to drift for more than 200 days?

shudder.

This was Gan Jing's only thought after briefly reading it.

This is a very sad story.

Gan Jing even regretted that he finished reading the book at night and made himself feel bad.

Such a state of staying up all night and being in a bad mood directly made him ask for leave the next day to rest, and did not appear in the originally scheduled role.

Tsui Hark had read the stories in this book. He probably guessed Gan Jing's mood and gave him an understanding.

……

dong dong dong.

Gan Jing asked Director Tsui Hark for leave in the morning and went back to his room after simply eating something. He fell asleep in a daze for two hours and couldn't sleep anymore.

At a quarter past ten he heard a knock on the door.

"Gouzi, go and open the door." Gan Jing said.

The golden retriever got up from the carpet very attentively, ran over and opened the door of the room. It hoped that Gan Jing would allow him to play games for a while after going back for the sake of being obedient.

The door opened, and Li An who was standing outside smiled wryly when he saw that the dog opened the door for him.

This dog has really become a smart person. It actually moved aside after opening the door. Is this a signal for him to go in?

How the hell did this come about?

Li An was in a mood to swear, and his expression was a bit weird, showing his literary temperament. He said "thank you" to the golden retriever before entering the door.

"Forrest Gump, have you finished reading the novel?" Seeing Gan Jing leaning against the bed with his upper body naked, Li An was thoughtful.

"What are you looking at, what eyes?" Gan Jing muttered when he realized where his eyes were going.

"If you want to play this role, you must lose weight." Ang Lee replied.

"Tsk, who said I'm going to act?" Gan Jing casually pulled off his nightgown and put it on.

"How, have you finished reading? Is it a wonderful story?" Li An moved the chair to the window in the slightly messy room, and kicked away the dog food bag.

"Wow!" Gouzi barked at him when he saw it, and shook his tail accordingly.

"Don't bark, he won't eat yours, so you don't have to be polite." Gan Jing yawned and calmed down the enthusiastic golden retriever.

Li Ang was speechless, and the dog who co-authored it knew how to persuade people to eat, why didn't it pour himself a cup of tea?

He kept staring at the golden retriever, thinking that it really seemed to be able to pour himself a cup of tea.

"Your golden retriever is really a good dog." Li An praised.

"Thank you for your compliment. What's the matter?" Gouzi didn't pour tea, but Gan Jing poured two cups of tea and put them on the coffee table after fastening his nightgown.

I don't know if it's because he read the original book all night, but his aura of being incompatible with others has weakened a lot. Of course, it may also be just because of exhaustion.

"I just want to ask you how you feel about this story." Ang Lee asked a question, "In the story, the protagonist asks the reporter a question, asking him which story he believes in. The reporter is willing to believe the first one. Then you Woolen cloth?"

The first story is very beautiful. It is the greatest miracle to survive adrift with a tiger in the sea.

Gan Jing was silent for a while, then sighed softly: "When you described this matter, you always said that the reporter was 'willing' to believe it. How did he 'will'?"

A slightly sneering smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Gan Jing shook his head and said, "I believe in the second one."

"It's true that God didn't follow you." Li An still replied with the contents of the book.

Gan Jing laughed even worse, but he was really in a bad mood so he didn't speak.

"This novel is actually quite popular, but many directors said that it can't be filmed." Li An ignored Gan Jing's status and continued, "But I have the confidence to make it, and even use it to win Oscars. Would you like to join? ?”

"I don't have a schedule." Gan Jing still used the same rhetoric.

Ang Lee said: "Actually, before coming to Beijing again, I tend to use the selected Indian. His age is suitable, his skin color is suitable, and he has no acting experience. I can easily shape him into the role in my heart." But I suddenly hesitated again, what kind of effect can it have if an actor comes to play?"

Gan Jing listened quietly to his statement, knowing that the director was probably trying to impress him.

"We made an appointment for an audition before. The skin color can be changed through makeup. This is what you used often before. You are just a little older in age, so there is no problem with acting. The body shape can lose weight. The point is, the innocence of the protagonist's age I'm worried about the smell."

"You are used to playing those complicated roles, and you play very well, but I think you may not be able to control such a youthful temperament."

"In addition, I am also very worried that you will not be able to control your performance and mess up this film." Ang Lee smiled a little far-fetched, "Two ways, use Indians, the filming of this film will be smoother, Oscar may in sight."

"Using you, we need to work together, I want to challenge myself." Li An said, paused and asked, "I have the courage. What about you?"

Gan Jing was wearing a nightgown, sitting on the edge of the bed, quietly listened to the great director's words, heaved a sigh of relief, picked up the teacup and took a sip of the not-so-hot tea.

"I don't like the story."

"I do not have."

"Go out and close the door by the way."

"Thank you."

　Today's normal update is over.After making a cup of coffee, staying up all night, and continuing to code should be added.

　　There is a feeling of sprinting to do homework on the eve of the end of the holiday, um, exciting.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)