apples more than anything

Raichu started to panic.

She discovered this storage room not long after she moved here. Just now when the courier brother called, she wanted to take this opportunity to play a joke with Song Pingguo, and quickly ate up the preserved egg and lean meat porridge in the bowl. The mouth got into the storage room, and then locked the door from the inside.

The unused storage room was almost occupied by sundries and dust, but Lei Qiu didn't have any serious cleanliness fetishes, so it was fine to just stand behind the door for a while and wait for Song Pingguo to open the door.

At least in her conception, this joke is very safe, there is no link that can go wrong.

She stood behind the door and listened to Song Pingguo calling her name, ready to smile triumphantly, ready to show it the moment Song Pingguo opened the door.

Lei Qiu felt that after she went out, she had to be a new person, and she couldn't learn from Gong Xiao to think that if she came out, she was very strong in execution, so something would definitely go wrong.

"What kind of broken door lock is this..." Lei Qiu was still turning the doorknob in vain - deep down in her heart, she still expected that she would suddenly break out of the small universe and fix the door lock with one punch, "Can't it be broken completely? What's wrong with locking the inside but not opening from the inside!"

"Hiding in the storage room by yourself while your girlfriend went downstairs to pick up the courier, what's wrong with you?" Song Pinguo angrily flipped through the phone's address book, "Persist, I'll ask the landlord Is there any unlocked around here..."

The answer I got was yes, but there are too many tenants in this neighborhood, people come and go, and I am afraid that opening the lock will cause trouble, so the landlord himself is only willing to open it.

And Song Pingguo's landlord, Aunt Sun, is not at home right now and won't be back until evening.

"Leiqiu, I have good news and bad news." Song Pingguo hung up the phone and pressed against the door to prevent Leiqiu from hearing clearly, "The good news is to wait for Aunt Sun to say that she will go there as soon as she comes back at night." Find the lock picker for you, and the bad news is that she won't be back until tonight."

Lei Qiu bangs his head on the door: "What if the one who opened the lock has already left work when she comes back."

"Then you'll have to wait inside until tomorrow morning." Song Pingguo looked down at the crack of the door, "Why didn't you turn on the light?"

"If the light can still be turned on, can I not turn it on." Lei Qiu depressedly pressed the switch on the wall back and forth, "There is nothing in this room that can be used normally."

"Yeah, including your brain." Song Pingguo turned her head and glanced at the watch on the wall, "Don't worry, Leiqiu, it's already ten o'clock in the morning, and you won't stay inside for too long. You brought your mobile phone ?"

"No."

"Have you brought food?"

"No."

"Oops, then you're going to be hungry, there's not even enough room for me to slip a cake in for you."

"Wow, little apple, can you help me find a way..."

"How can you help me? You are a typical self-inflicted man." Song Pingguo sighed, "Then, you wait here, and I will ask the person who opened the lock if he can be more flexible. Yes. Now, does this storage room have windows?"

"No." Lei Qiu kept shaking the door in the storage room, "Don't worry, I don't think I will be suffocated to death, there is still a crack in the door."

"Then I'm leaving?"

"Ah."

"Really gone?"

"Oh, hurry up and ask the one who opened the lock, I don't believe he can still do business." Leiqiu gave up on the door, and leaned against the door panel, humming chaotically, "Morning If I knew, I brought my phone in to play..."

The sound of Song Pingguo's footsteps gradually drifted away. After hearing the sound of closing the door, Leiqiu took away his ears stuck to the door panel and turned his head to look inside the storage room.

Most of the storage room is old furniture with very outdated styles, and it is not too dirty except for a thick layer of dust on the surface-but Raichu is very worried about whether there will be mice in it, as a person who grew up in the countryside The child has rich experience in fighting mice with adults. Although she is not afraid of mice, she still dare not deal with them with bare hands.However, there are old furniture and no food inside, so there should be no mice.

As soon as this idea took shape in Raichu's mind, she saw a black figure running quickly between the two cabinets.

Based on her many years of experience in beating mice, it must be a mouse.

When Song Pingguo came back from the outside, there was no sound in the storage room.She knocked on the door worriedly: "Raichu? Are you okay?"

"Not yet." Leiqiu's listless voice came from inside the door, "Little Apple... I think I have used up all my luck to meet you in my lifetime."

"Huh?" Song Pingguo asked with a smile, "Why did you say that all of a sudden?"

"Otherwise, why have I encountered so many unlucky things since we fell in love with you." Lei Qiu explained sullenly, "There are mice here."

"I'm sorry, it's my fault to expect something from your romantic cell." That said, Song Pingguo still lay down and looked into the storage room through the crack of the door, "Is there a mouse? Aren't there a lot of old furniture in there? If you stand on that old writing desk, mice shouldn't be able to climb up."

"I'm fine, I have more experience in dealing with mice." Raichu patted the door panel twice, "Get up from the floor tiles quickly, or you will catch a cold. By the way, what did the locksmith say?"

Song Pingguo laughed twice: "The locksmith said that she will open it for you as soon as the landlord comes back."

Raichu whimpered and slammed on the door with his fist: "Okay-h-h-h-h-ah--"

"Okay, okay, obediently wait until the evening, I will stay here with you all the time. Wait a minute, I'll get your mobile phone, maybe Gong Xiao will call you recently, right?"

"Well... take my script too."

Song Pingguo could tell that this voice was probably Leiqiu scratching the door depressedly.

Although the door was narrow, a few pieces of paper could pass through easily. Song Pingguo made a copy of the script that Lei Qiu had annotated, and stuffed it in batches for her from under the door.On the other hand, I opened the original copy curiously, and looked at the small words written by Leiqiu in the blank space: "What does it mean to eat more in the morning when filming this scene?"

"It means literally." Leiqiu turned his head and answered her, "Look carefully, that scene is basically crying, crying and laughing are very exhausting."

After the heroine is locked in the basement, "The Basement" is more like a hybrid of a movie and a drama.That part of the movie makes it easier for the lens to show every detail, and the fixed stage and long inner monologues make it easier to play the characteristics of the drama.

Gong Xiao also seemed to know that Lei Qiu was much more professional than herself in this regard, and she didn't clearly mark which ones were just descriptions of the heroine's psychology and which lines were to be spoken directly, and added a line of explanation specifically to let Lei Qiu Yau can decide for himself what to say, and what is just a commentary on the plot.

Raichu also carefully separated the part to say from the part in his heart line by line and column by line, and occasionally even deleted or added a sentence or two.

"Gong Xiao also gave you such great authority?"

"Because I'm a professional." Raichu put the cover of the script and the two pieces of paper on the title page on the floor near the door, and finally made a place for himself to sit down without worrying about dust, " Gong Xiao is also a smart person, knowing that he should leave things to the experts."

"You're not very professional in this area." Song Pingguo laughed, "You're an actor, not a screenwriter."

"Yeah, if I'm asked to write some ups and downs and wonderful plots, I can't do it, but I'm not the kind of person who acts with passion. I have a clear mind and know how to act in a play The best effect. It’s like some food critics can’t cook, but they can point out the shortcomings of the dishes. Of course, the premise is that Gong Xiaoye is not a professional screenwriter, otherwise it’s like you chefs You're going to be offended by a critic who doesn't know how to cook and doesn't know how to cook himself."

"Hey, those of you who are engaged in art sound like you are more powerful, unlike our chefs, who only eat rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea every day."

"The stage manager you studied in college, if you successfully find a job corresponding to your major after graduation, you are now engaged in art." Leiqiu clapped his hands excitedly, "Hey, little apple, I think you did a good job last time Ah, it’s just that I’m a little inexperienced, when I make some more movies and save some money, and my life becomes more stable, then you can also join the art career!”

"Hmph, I don't want it." Song Pingguo, who was leaning outside the door, answered her, "After all this tossing and tossing, I still like the stable life of daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, whether it's showing off on the stage or in front of the actors. , are not suitable for me."

"...Is it because your failure to be handsome last time left you with a deep psychological shadow?"

"Raichu, if you dare to say one more word, I will lock you up for three days and three nights."

Fortunately, Aunt Sun is a warm-hearted person, and she usually has a good relationship with the tenants—especially Song Pingguo. Yau opened the door and let her out.

"Wait a minute, don't open the door yet! Little Apple, pass me some kind of stick, and I'll get the mouse out of here."

Song Pingguo quickly passed a feather duster through the crack of the door. Lei Qiu took the feather duster and pushed the door shut. She turned her head and hit the mouse running in her direction. She was not sure about it. Can the mouse be dealt with? In order to prevent the mouse from climbing up along the feather duster, she quickly raised her hand and looked at the motionless mouse on the ground.

"Okay." Lei Qiu opened the door and took the trash can from Song Pingguo, and swept the mouse's corpse into it with a feather duster, "Finally, I can have a good rest—"

At this moment, Raichu's cell phone rang.

Lei Qiu, who was stretching, reluctantly took the vibrating cell phone from Song Pingguo's hand: "Boss Gong sent me a text message asking me to go over immediately...then I'll leave first, and I will notify you in advance if I don't come back for dinner tonight." !"

I have to say that everyone can tell that Leiqiu is really looking forward to making this movie, otherwise she wouldn't be running so fast, and she didn't even hear Song Pingguo calling her from behind: "Are you sure you don't want to go first?" Do you want to take a shower?!"

So when he saw the disheveled Lei Qiu appearing in front of him, Gong Xiao also put down his phone and gave her a standing ovation to salute: "Did you simulate the plot yourself these two days in order to achieve a better performance?"

Lei Qiu is using the reflection of the phone screen to check whether there are any spider webs in his hair: "Did Sang Zhi promise you?"

Gong Xiao, who was poked at the sore spot, pushed Lei Qiu down on the chair he was sitting on just now without saying a word: "If you use this to hurt me, I will deduct your money, wait here, and I will take the director first." I called to let you get acquainted."

The preliminary preparations before filming this movie were too simple. Gong Xiao also rented a first-floor residence with a basement. Part of it was used to allow Lei Qiu to complete the highlight of the movie, and the investment was so small that Gong Xiao felt that the money spent was not enjoyable at all.

In "The Basement", there are a total of three characters who really have a part in the show.

Luo Qing, the director of that play within a play, Wen Huan, the actress played by Lei Qiu, and Zhuo Yu, a female singer who could only hear her voice but not see her face.

When people are on the verge of death, they always have feelings they want to confide in, and they always want to make sure that they are not a lonely soul, and Wen Huan is of course the same.

After Wen Huan found out that she was trapped, the first thing she did was to take out the cell phone in her pocket to ask for help, but the cell phone signal was not received at all in this basement, let alone when she opened the back cover of the cell phone, she found that even the SIM card It was also pulled out, only the SD card remained in the card slot.

In this case, a mobile phone that cannot communicate with the outside world is just a piece of scrap iron.

After trying all means but still unable to escape, Wen Huan, who was in despair, took out her mobile phone again. She desperately wanted to talk to someone, or to hear someone’s voice, so she opened the radio app on her mobile phone without hope. I found that there were still a few episodes of programs that I had downloaded locally.

It was a radio station produced by Wen Huan's good friend, a singer named Zhuo Yu.

They said they were friends, but actually they met by chance when they both debuted. They never had any cooperation or interaction, and they maintained a stable relationship that was neither salty nor dull. Occasionally, they would go out to drink tea and talk about their troubles together.

Wen Huan didn't wear earphones, but she didn't need any earphones to listen to the radio on this occasion. She found a comfortable position in the corner and pressed the play button.

She hadn't heard this episode of the show before. It started with a conversation between the two hosts. After about two to three minutes, Wen Huan finally heard her familiar voice.

Just looking at Zhuo Yu's appearance, many people probably think that her voice is as gloomy as she is, but in fact neither her personality nor her voice can be called gloomy at all.

The content of this radio station has never been very nutritious, and the few episodes that Zhuo Yu participated in are no exception. They mainly focus on chicken soup for the soul, supplemented by life insights. Exudes a comfortable liveliness and brightness.

Wen Huan usually likes to listen to the programs of this radio station very much, but when she is in the quagmire of despair, this kind of programs will only make her more depressed.

But she still kept her phone on, listening to the downloaded radio programs until the battery ran out.

Probably, deep down in my heart, I still feel that the voice of the same kind can bring me the motivation and hope to survive.

The actor who directed the play is called Ren Hongru, who was born as a drama actor like Leiqiu. In every sense, he can be regarded as Leiqiu’s senior. He always seems to be smiling and gets along with him Just as kind.

And the real director is Leiqiu's old acquaintance.

"You said it's fine to squeeze me when you're short of money, but why come to squeeze me when you don't have money?" Xia Yiming complained dissatisfiedly to Lei Qiu, he glanced at Gong Xiaoye's direction, and deliberately raised his voice "It's no wonder this kind of person can find a girlfriend!"

Gong Xiao, who was poked into a sore spot, also turned around stiffly: "What do you mean by squeezing you? I trust your ability!"

And the last person, the one who voiced Zhuo Yu, was a bit beyond Leiqiu's expectation.

When she confirmed to Gong Xiao that it was indeed Bai Jing, Lei Qiu rushed towards its owner like a runaway pet dog, shaking Bai Jing's hand up and down vigorously: "Bai Jing! I I’m a loyal fan of you! Really, really, I’m not just saying that, I’ve bought every album of yours and listen to it every chance I get, and I can memorize the lyrics of every song... Can you sign it for me? A name... Oh, why didn't I bring a notebook..."

"Leiqiu." Gong Xiao also patted her on the shoulder, "I think if Song Pingguo was here now, you would be like me."

"Like you what?"

"I don't have a girlfriend like me."