She told Wang Wei that she was about to leave for Paris and that he shouldn't make the trip for nothing.
So Lin Xiao and Xiao Hao went back to the cabin to check out, collected everyone's luggage, and then went to the hospital to pick up Wei Changfeng.
The medical staff carefully lifted him into the car, and the group began their return to Paris.
The van that Wang Handong lent them was spacious enough that Wei Changfeng could sit or lie down comfortably without feeling cramped.
On the way back, Xiao Hao drove. He was a very skilled driver and drove smoothly.
The majestic Alps stretched out before us, then drifted away again in an instant. The mood of the people on the bus was much lower than when they had arrived.
They arrived amidst laughter and song, like a childhood spring outing, but now, because of Wei Changfeng's injury, everyone is filled with worry.
On the contrary, only the person in question was in a good mood. He had taken painkillers at the hospital before setting off, and apart from the thick bandage on his leg, there was no trace of gloom on his face. He would occasionally look out the car window with a cheerful expression and observe the scenery outside.
Zhao Hui told him that Wu Fei, the boss at Beijing TV, had already taken care of things, and the production team wasn't very angry. They said that no one wanted an accident to happen, and instead expressed their condolences to him.
"When was the last time you mentioned Director Xu casting? Are we still in time?" Wei Changfeng asked.
"Originally, it was planned to start filming in April, but that depends on how smoothly the script is developed. So casting interviews will be held around the Spring Festival."
Wei Changfeng looked down at his legs, and his cheerful mood turned somewhat melancholy.
Lin Xiao, sitting diagonally behind him, noticed the change in his profile expression and said:
"The doctor said that if the rehabilitation goes smoothly, I can move around freely in two or three months, but I should not do strenuous exercise for six months."
The movie you're talking about isn't a martial arts drama, is it?
Wei Changfeng turned to look at her and returned a smile: "Hehe, I don't know what kind of movie it is."
Lin Xiao raised an eyebrow, quite curious, and asked:
"Is this how things work in the film and television industry? How can you be sure you'll like a film or not if you don't know what kind of film it is?"
What if you audition and get cast, but then find you don't like the film or the role?
Zhao Hui turned around and smiled at Lin Xiao, saying, "Silly girl, how often do actors encounter and even get to play a role they fall in love with at first sight? Assessing whether a role is worth taking depends on many factors."
Lin Xiao was still a little confused and asked Zhao Hui, "Brother Hui, isn't Wei Changfeng already quite famous? Does he still need to go through an interview like a newcomer?"
Zhao Hui laughed: "Is Changfeng more famous or Director Xu XX? A director is the best calling card. Even if you're just a minor character in a film by a famous director, many actors would be scrambling to get a role."
Because the director is well-known, sometimes it means the film is already 70-80% successful.
Upon hearing Director Xu's name, Lin Xiao finally understood Wei Changfeng's concerns. He was worried that his unhealed leg injury would affect casting and filming.
So I comforted him, saying, "Don't worry too much. Go back to China and find a good doctor to see you again. Maybe there will be even better doctors in China who can help you recover faster."
"It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone or tendon. How can a broken leg heal so easily?" Xiao Hao was even more worried about Wei Changfeng's injury than Wei Changfeng himself.
Seeing that the topic was getting heavy, Wei Changfeng tried to lighten the mood in the car, so he said to everyone, "Hey, do you guys still want to hear me sing? My leg is broken, but my voice isn't."
"Brother, you should take a break. You even made Lin Xiao cry last time." Before Xiao Hao could finish speaking, Xiao Min, who was sitting next to him, gave him an elbow, signaling him to shut up.
Wei Changfeng rolled his eyes at Xiao Hao, which Lin Xiao happened to see, and she couldn't help but laugh.
Seeing Lin Xiao smile, Wei Changfeng's mood instantly improved as well.
This girl was usually very composed, as if she possessed a maturity beyond her years. Therefore, although she was very polite and gentle to everyone, sometimes she just made you feel a sense of distance.
However, when she smiled, that aloof feeling instantly dissipated, like snowmelt from the Alps spreading across the mountains and flowers, making one feel as if a spring breeze was blowing and the fragrance of flowers was delightful.
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