15 years in business

Ningagawa was just going to film a movie, not parting for life or death, and he didn't feel how long a year was, but when he returned to the dormitory, he saw Lu Zhan with tears in his eyes, and suddenly he couldn't let go.

"It's okay, I'll be back." Ninagawa stretched out his arms and hugged Lu Zhan.

Lu Zhan couldn't hold back at that time, choked up and said, "I think I'm very sorry for you..."

Ninagawa smiled and shook her head: "You have taken care of me for so long, I should save you once."

"Thank you."

Before leaving, Ninagawa said to Xue Xingru.

Xinghe just added a circle of colored lights around the company building this year, and it automatically turns on at seven o'clock in the evening. The moment Ninagawa boarded the car, it was exactly seven o'clock. And sugar can always give people the illusion of happiness.

The van swayed gently in the night, Ninagawa opened the zipper of the travel bag, and took out a photo frame from inside. Inside the photo frame was a group photo of Saudade in the background. Everyone looked older than they are now, especially Bian Yun, In reality, he is obviously still a half-child, but here he is enough to be called a man.

The small characters in the lower right corner of the photo read "[-]th Anniversary of the Concert". Ninagawa held the photo frame to her chest and smiled with her lips pursed.

After driving for an hour and a half, from the inner ring road to the second ring road, the house Shang Yixuan bought is in a tricky location. Turn right when you go out and you will find the naval base. Although there is everything nearby, it is much deserted compared to the city center.

Shang Yixuan was wearing a sweatshirt, sandals on his feet, a cattail fan in his hand, and a birdcage in his left hand. He played chess with a few old men at the gate of the community, shouting loudly every time he made a good move.

Seeing Ninagawa, he pushed the chessboard: "Excuse me, everyone, excuse me."

Waving the cattail fan in his hand: "Come up!"

Shang Yixuan led Ninagawa to the seventeenth floor, took out the key and opened the door, a woman's voice came from the kitchen: "Are you back?"

"I'm back, I'm back." Shang Yixuan replied in a drawn-out tone, and then rummaged through the shoe cabinet for a while, picked out two identical slippers and threw them to Ninagawa, put his hands in his pockets, and walked forward swaggeringly, " Whether it is long or short, one year is definitely difficult, and if you want to learn to have fun while suffering, just think of yourself as a third year of high school again.”

Ninagawa Kaoru followed behind, pulling on the slippers: "I have never been to the third year of high school."

"Ah? That's pretty good too." Shang Yixuan dangled a finger, boasting, "Everyone should experience the third year of high school."

There is an empty room on the left hand side at the end of the corridor. Shang Yixuan opened the door and let Ningagawa in: "Just live here. I usually have your aunt for cooking and a nanny for cleaning. You don't have to worry about anything, just practice your vocal form first. Let's talk."

Just as Ninagawa was about to thank you, Shang Yixuan slapped his forehead suddenly: "Oh, look at my brain, I forgot to tell you that your character has several horse riding scenes, and you need to learn some equestrian skills. I will find you a good teacher." gone."

Ningagawa thought that the contract didn't say that I had to participate in extreme sports, and when she turned her head, she saw Shang Yixuan cheerfully showing him a row of big white teeth: "I'm sorry, my memory is not very good."

Just learn it, after all, you are here to pay off your debts, and you have no right to speak.Ninagawa had no choice but to think of the script in the email, and asked curiously, "What kind of role do I want to play?"

"A lunatic named Gao Yang." Shang Yixuan said.

"What kind of madman?"

"This is where you are lucky." Shang Yixuan hummed proudly, "I haven't perfected some details, if you are perceptive enough, I can let you participate in the creation of a part of the script."

Ninagawa: "Huh? That's it, thank you Director Shang."

"It's no surprise that it looks like a piece of wood." Shang Yixuan patted his shoulder resentfully, and then rubbed him vigorously a few times, "As expected of being cultivated on the assembly line. Let’s not say that stick stars don’t have souls, come on, now there are others in China who follow suit, and the entertainment industry has been tossed into whatever it is.”

Shang Yixuan is a graduate of the Director Department of Chinese Opera, and in terms of seniority, he should be called the sixth generation of directors.In the history of Chinese film, the sixth generation of directors can be regarded as a group of people with bad luck. After the founding of New China, all the investment has flowed to the fifth generation of directors headed by the old schemer Chen Kaige. The sixth generation can only go out and beg for nothing. Sponsorship was also born in a turbulent era, with a deepening market economy. Things that should have been arranged by the state had to be done by themselves, so the things these people took were bitter, a bit sour that they had to bow to reality.

From this point of view, Shang Yixuan is considered an outlier. Although he is as poor as other sixth-generation directors, his creations are more romantic and leaping than the previous generation. Starting from his first work "Qi Huang", Until the "Sword and Pen Official", which was released the year before last, the production continued to improve, and the protagonist's crazy character remained consistent.

There is a video camera in Ninagawa’s room. Shang Yixuan pointed to the machine and said, “I’ll give you three days to tell all of your childhood experiences, record it, and watch it over and over again.”

Ninagawa thought he heard it wrong: "Director Shang?"

Shang Yixuan didn't explain another word. He also closed the door when he left the room. The sound insulation effect of the wall is very good. After the door is closed, all the noises of daily life are gone. Ninagawa held up the camera and looked towards the window Look, there are only open curtains and deep night.

Ninagawa Shiho pulled the curtains tight with a "wow" and turned on the lamp beside the bed. The little boy on the bed looked at her with bright black eyes. ?"

The little boy slowly poked half of his body out of the bed, holding a drawing board in his arms, he handed the drawing board to Zhifan, and whispered: "Today's homework is to introduce the work of parents."

"But Dad doesn't have a job, right?" The little boy bit his lower lip tangled up. His eyes were shaped like two small hook jades.

The smile on Zhifan's face froze for a moment, but she quickly returned to normal, and took the drawing board that was still warm: "It's okay, you still have your mother."

She was lying on the bed, holding the little Lian Ninagawa in her arms, "Mom used to be an idol."

When Ninagawa heard this word for the first time, she pronounced it stiffly: "I...like?"

"Yeah, an idol is someone who brings dreams to everyone." Zhifan said, "Although my mother is only an underground idol, she is very popular. She is often called cute, and regular fans will come to watch her performances."

The curtains were blown up by the breeze, revealing a dilapidated and desolate scene. The sour smell of rotting garbage lingered in the air for a long time. Zhifan had long been used to it. After taking a deep breath, he said: "The life of the poor is hopeless, and the role of idols is to give They bring hope, through song and dance."

Regardless of the cold, she jumped out of bed in a thin pajamas, opened the closet, and pulled out a dark blue dress from the deepest part, with golden tassels on the skirt.

Zhifan: "Look, this is my costume."

The dress was very old, with a large oil stain on the chest, half of the golden tassels were peeled off, and the remaining half was crumbling.

Zhifan tidied up the few tassels, smiled apologetically and said, "I really can't afford to buy new clothes, so I bought colored paper from the [-]-yen store, cut it and pasted it on."

She was carrying this tattered dress, and she felt a little lacking in confidence: "It's pretty, isn't it?"

Ninagawa obediently agreed: "Well, it looks good."

Zhifan breathed a sigh of relief, took out the drawing board and crayons, and stuffed them into his arms: "Draw, Xiaolian."

Ninagawa nodded, took out a red crayon, and started drawing on the paper.

The night is still long.

"Idol? It's just an ugly monster wearing fancy clothes!" Masago Ishimura laughed, "Cute? Can such a face be called cute?"

Ninagawa failed to hand in the painting in the end. On the way to school the next day, he met his classmate Masago Ishimura. Ishimura was the same age as him, but he was already as tall as a middle school student. Residents around said that Ishimura looked like a person from Terada Town at first glance. , as savage and cunning as the adults who live here.

"Is your mother an idol? An idol who owes gambling debts? Everyone has no money, but she is the only one who daydreams and dreams all day long? How can she say such things to coax a three-year-old child? It's shameful." !"

Shicun snatched Ninagawa's painting, taunted him severely, crumpled the drawing paper and threw it in front of him, and walked away.

After confirming that he would not come back, Ninagawa dared to pick up the ball of paper, flattened it little by little, and gently stroked the villain in the blue dress with his index finger.

The villain has neat bangs, a delicate nose and mouth, and eyes shaped like gouyu. If there is no red birthmark on his face, he will be very beautiful.

Ninagawa Shiho used to be an underground idol and was called a "devil angel". She wasn't lying. There were indeed many people who came to see her performance, but they all came to see the excitement. When Ninagawa Shiho came on stage, the audience would shout loudly Calling her by her nickname, as if that was also an honor.

Terada Town is a well-known slum. A river named Tama flows through here. Some people who hate garbage sorting will secretly throw their own garbage into the Tama River in the dark. The stench.

All the residents of Terada-cho knew Shiho Ninagawa, the ugly woman who often appeared by the Tama River and practiced dancing tirelessly.