Changxia Shaoman

The speaker had no intention of listening, Xu Zhizhen didn't feel uncomfortable at all, he waved his hands and said, "What kind of little girl is there, what a fool."

What I'm talking about is the truth, the little girl doesn't have one, but the young man does.

Tao Chuan obviously didn't expect to go to the top, and a few people joked and took it over, and the topic turned back to October's "Fengyue".

"Fengyue" is officially set, and it is ambitiously scheduled for the [-]th prime time. There are several other films that will compete in the ring at the same time, all of which are strong = popular.This year is no more sensitive than last year, when patriotism hung over the entire film and television industry.This year is much more normal. Except for "Feng Yue", they are all commercial films, and the time of imported films did not match the eleventh schedule. Compared with them, the pressure of competition has been reduced.

Xu Zhizhen picked up a spoonful of crab roe tofu, stuffed his cheeks bulgingly, listened to their discussion with his ears up, and felt a bit evil, why his movies are always released on the [-]th.There are only a few films in total, and all of them have big ambitions. "Kyoto Escape" according to the meaning disclosed by the director before, is to strive for the New Year's Eve file or the first file of the New Year's Eve.Xu Zhizhen feels that there is still some hope for the New Year's Eve. I am afraid that the first day of the New Year will hit the street. Nowadays, there are quite a few movies with big productions, good cast, and novel themes and good scripts. The animals, one by one with wolfish ambitions, wanted to share the meat.But at the time, the director just said casually that the fight for the schedule also depends on the strength of capital. Their capital is still a thousand miles away from the first stage of the New Year's Eve.

He also thinks that the theme of "Runaway" is quite suitable for New Year's Eve. It is an exotic comedy with a bit of suspense, not to the point of burning the brain, so it is quite suitable to watch for fun.

After catching the wind, they parted ways. As usual, Tao Chuan and the driver sent Xu Zhizhen home.

Nearly late at night, the night is dark and covered, pull down the window and stick your head out to take a deep breath, filled with the smell of summer, the aroma of leaves, and the evening wind wrapping all kinds of aromas, and finally mixed into a unique smell in memory, smell it I knew it was a familiar breath.

He leaned on the rear window with his chin propped up, his head was a little slow to react after being slightly drunk, and he felt slowly coming to life when the wind was blowing. When he closed his eyes, he could even feel his eyelashes being blown up and down by the wind.

Tao Chuan didn't let him close the window, and just sat on the other side with his head resting on his elbow.Now no one can secretly take pictures of him, and if they do, they won't be able to take pictures. There is only her and the driver in the front row in the car, and no one is so bored as to make him fall in love with his manager.

She pressed her slightly swollen temples one after another, looking like she was resting, but she didn't stop thinking for a moment.He doesn't have many chances to enjoy the leisure time now, and now he can casually come out for dinner and rest against the wind with the car windows open.After the movie is released and attention and popularity rise, capital forces will follow behind. He will be promoted from this place, either high or low, but he will never return to the present.

She held her forehead and opened her eyes. In the dimly lit car, she could easily see Xu Zhizhen next to him lying on the car window with his eyes closed, because he was very dazzling, and he had a natural temperament. There is no reduction in the charm of the gestures.That brilliance is no longer under his control, it has been slowly excavated and polished from the bottom of his bones, and it will only shine brighter in the future.

Once you get on a path, you can no longer control it.Although her original intention was to be an artist, she still couldn't avoid the influence of his own superior conditions.The fame has not yet risen, but the style and temperament are becoming more and more mature.

I couldn't help laughing at myself, it's probably the case that it's not possible to do it intentionally, but it's probably the case when you do it unintentionally.Maybe it's because I've been with Xie Beisi for a long time during the filming, and he really has a bit of Xie Bei's smell on him. Compared with before, when he frowns, he is a bit more indifferent and alienated, and he stands upright, like a bamboo with proud branches , not to deviate from the half point.When he wasn't smiling, he looked coldly and even looked a little impatient, just like the Xie Bei he usually sees.It is not an exaggeration to let go of your vigilance when you are in a familiar environment, your eyebrows and eyes are relaxed, and it is not an exaggeration to smile like an iceberg melting, like a spring breeze.

The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. Tao Chuan simply closed his eyes and gave up thinking about it. There was still a long way to go, and Xu Zhizhen would have to bear it sooner or later.Even if he doesn't find out now, he will find out later.But it's better to have her by her side to help than rushing up alone.

After arriving at the intersection, Tao Chuanlin got out of the car and told him to meet in the studio in two days, and to start planning the next work.

Xu Zhizhen grinned and gave a big OK, then turned around and wobbled into the alley.

Before leaving, Tao Chuan looked around and muttered, "I have to rent a room..."

Essentially, he didn't do much in August.It was nothing more than taking private lessons, filming a few interviews, filming a magazine and receiving an endorsement to record materials. The rest of the time was strictly following Tao Chuan's instructions - filming daily life.

After getting used to shooting, he also gradually got used to wandering around with a mobile phone or camera. Sometimes he just cuts the video by himself when he is in a good mood, or expresses his favorite point, and then let the post-cutting.Xie Bei hasn't finished filming yet, and he relies on WeChat and phone calls. In Beijing, there are only Chang Yingming and Xu Haishun, who occasionally make appointments to meet up, or sing K for dinner with old friends from middle and high school, maintaining an extremely casual rhythm. After August, I will go to Shanghai to make up new shots before the end of August.

He actually hesitated.Except for the usual video chat, he didn't use other methods to find out Xie Bei's status, and he didn't even know his makeup and hair.The most familiar face is in the hotel room, he is lying on the bed holding up the mobile phone to chat with him, with messy hair and acne-prone face, or going out for a walk in full armor, only a pair of smiling eyes can be seen.

But Xie Bei was in better condition than he thought, and even more amazing.

Before meeting him, he couldn't imagine how Xie Bei should act like he was in his 30s.But the moment he saw it, he could only inhale and sigh, that was Wei Chengheng.

At that time, Wei Chengheng was dating a girlfriend who was not yet married.

His father was dying, and after many years, after the notice of critical illness came out, he took the initiative to call Wei Chengheng, hoping to see him.

Wei Chengheng agreed.

When he went, he thought, he had to take a good look at his father, the father who had brought him countless pains and pains.He is destined not to forgive him. In the years of struggle, questioning, and confusion in the past, he got out of that time because he closed his eyes and rushed forward. He hated the one who brought him endless pain and pushed him into the endless abyss. Father.But now, he feels that he can calmly look back on the past, face up to his young self, his youthful desires, and say generously, it's over.

But when he saw his father crooked on the hospital bed, as weak as a piece of paper, it took him a long time to grin the corners of his mouth and smile at him.And the one next to the bed was his lover, who was also a handful of years old. When he saw Wei Chengheng, he was a little flustered, but he quickly calmed down, smiled kindly with him, walked out of the hospital bed, and left them to get along with each other. Space.

Wei Chengheng was silent for a long time before saying, "Are you okay?"

Wei Zheng chuckled, moved his throat while laughing, turned his head and coughed for a while.

So quiet, so bleak sunshine.It was only October, and the autumn wind was blowing up outside the house. He looked at the sunlight coming in from the window, but it was a little cold.

Wei Zheng said tremblingly for a long time, he only lowered his head, as if he had returned to 20 years ago.At that time, they were still a happy family, their parents were loving, and he was obedient and obedient. They were a family of three that everyone envied.Suddenly, his wife and children were separated, his mother covered his ears with red and swollen eyes, and prevented him from listening to the stinging words of the neighbors, and his father sank into the sofa with his head lost, without saying anything.

Then he left, and he went to Shanghai, to his aunt's house.Later, I was in Shanghai, groping and partying. Graduation, dating, and parting all happened.

My mother passed away a few years ago, and she was exhausted. She was always in poor health and depressed, and finally let go of her hands and passed away.But he felt that maybe it was a good thing, whether it was for her or for him.

During his father's long confession and explanation, he apologized, reflected, and recalled, and only hoped that Wei Chengheng would let go of the past, forgive him, and understand him.But he couldn't help thinking that he had never let himself go.During the day, he talked and laughed happily beside his girlfriend, and worked hard in the workplace.At night, he would go to nightclubs and only order a glass of wine. When anyone came to strike up a conversation, he would shake his head in fear.Occasionally, he would be slightly distracted when he saw same-sex people embracing and kissing in the aisle or in the dark bar.Occasionally he held that old photo, struggling with his desire to control himself.

He still couldn't let go, couldn't let go of the past, couldn't let go of his father, and couldn't let go of himself.

He even met Wu An again later.However, Wu An is no longer the Wu An of the past. He is no longer the long-haired man with contemptuous eyes, pulling his younger brothers to beat him up at a word of disagreement, and throwing a wine bottle to the ground without changing his face.He actually has short hair. He is handsome, talented, and not at all charming, but he still has the appearance that makes his heart beat.The blink of an eye won't let him have the illusion of whether he is really a man.It's just that it's no longer facing him, but another person, another tall and brave man.

He was a man, and he was always a man.What he loves is always a man, never changed.

He recalled the entanglement and hesitation back then, the countless doubts and hesitation late at night, and even when he met his eyes, he didn't dare to look at them.He was afraid of revealing his affection, but he didn't know where it was only revealed from his eyes, and others already knew it.

In the noisy art exhibition, there are people coming and going, chatting and laughing and entertaining.And he is the protagonist, he is just a passer-by who is unwilling and secretly wants to know his recent situation. He glanced at each other unexpectedly, Wu An opened his eyes wide, raised his hand and waved at him, thinking of coming over subconsciously, while Wei Chengheng just turned around in panic and disappeared. In the sea of ​​people, no trace can be found again.

Father talked too much. After drinking water, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Through the stained glass window, he looked at the scorching sun high above. The sunlight refracted into his eyes, and finally shed tears.

After all, who is right and who is wrong, different positions, different people, how can there be a distinction.He was wrong, and he also bore his suffering.The world is sad, I hope you know that everything must be happy.

At the door, his father's lover told him, patted his hand, and walked into the ward.

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