On the Hundred Ways of Chasing Mermaids

On November 11th, three days before the film's official release, the crew of "The Prosperity" held its premiere ceremony in S City.

Unlike the official release, the premiere is aimed at a specific group of people, and admission is by ticket.On the Internet, the ticket price for the premiere of "The Prosperous Age" has been raised to three times the original price, making ordinary audiences discouraged.

Compared with fans who want to get close to their idols but can't get along, reporters don't have to think about this issue. They received the tickets for the premiere early, and waited at the designated location in the theater on time, set up the cameras, etc. Guys, eagerly awaiting the protagonist of this interview.

At seven o'clock, the main creators of "The Prosperity" appeared on the stage under the flashing exposure lights.

The gazes of the reporters swept across the faces of the people on stage one by one: Director Yang, Ruan Die Die, Bai Li, Lan Xi...

...There is no Zhou Qi who was in full swing before.

There is a rule in the industry, the protagonists participate in premieres in important cities, and those remote second-tier actors are mostly left to supporting actors to run. With Zhou Qi's role, it is reasonable that he did not appear today.

However, recalling the comments on the Internet about the crew wanting to praise Zhou Qi, I just feel... a little embarrassed.

Zhou Qi's true importance in the crew is clear at a glance, and no one is willing to touch this bad luck for him. At this moment, the host on stage finished reading the opening speech, Director Yang made a speech, and it was time for the reporter's free questioning session.

Putting aside their thoughts about Zhou Qi for a moment, the reporters were shocked and subconsciously straightened their backs.

"That one, yes, it's you." The host picked out the kindest reporter among the reporters who raised their hands.

The reporter who was asked the question looked happy, stood up and took the microphone handed over, "I would like to ask Mr. Lanxi, how do you define the relationship between yourself and Mr. Bai."

The host lady's smile froze on her face.

Under the stage, the cameras were all aimed at Lancey on the stage.Today, he is wearing a dark blue striped casual suit, showing his ankles schemingly, and the black agate cufflinks are shining. Wherever he stands, he is a living luminous body.

"In the movie, I was his teenage years." Lancey took the microphone amusedly and perfunctorily, never mentioning anything other than the movie.

Bai Li turned sideways and secretly gave Lan Xi a look of appreciation.

The reporter wanted to ask more questions, but was interrupted by the host lady and called the next one.

Unexpectedly, this one stood up and continued to ask persistently: "Mr. Lanxi, do you really know the magic dragon in "Brother Ben" in real life?"

"I don't know." With a smile on his face, Lanxi answered firmly. He only knew Xuan Mo, not any magic dragon.

"Please pay attention to our movies, okay?" Seeing the third reporter stand up and look at him eagerly, Lanxie's forehead twitched and said hello in advance.

The reporter choked, and there was a bit of grief and indignation in his eyes - don't let me ask these questions, what are they doing here?

Do you really think they gossip?It's not that the audience wants to know!

Taking a deep breath, the reporter's head was spinning rapidly, his eyes glanced at Ruan Die who was beside Lanxi, and then he thought of a certain industry rumor, and he had a plan.He collected himself and held the microphone: "Miss Ruan, what do you think of Mr. Lanxi's role in the play?"

Ruan Die was stunned, raised her eyebrows, and took the microphone: "I... have no opinion."

The reporters in the audience were like vultures smelling carrion, their eyes sparkling.

Seeing that her words caught the attention of the audience, Ruan Die smiled triumphantly, and slowly continued: "I can only say that I wish I could be a few years younger, so that I can get to know my husband earlier."

After all, he gave Bai Li a disgusted look.

Bai Li looked helpless: "I know you are jealous of my relationship with my uncle."

The ignorant reporters realized that Lan Xi and Bai Li played the protagonists in their youth and middle age respectively. Ruan Die said that the meaning of hoping to be younger was that he wanted to cooperate with Lan Xi?

Wait, Ruan Yinghou and Lan Xi are at odds?

The time for questioning was not long, coupled with the interruption in the middle, the questioning session ended under the reluctant eyes of the reporters.Under the guidance of the staff, the guests entered the screening hall and waited for the premiere of "The Prosperity".

The opening title was not long, and the familiar CRTV Dragon logo, the publisher logo, and the name of the main creator flashed across the screen. Then, the screen turned, and the light gradually brightened with a clear and distant Xiao sound.

Surrounded by green hills in the distance and rippling in the lake nearby, the boatman propped up a bamboo raft and slowly came from a distance. On the bamboo raft, there was a young man in white, tall and slender like a bamboo.

"Fuck, this is...Lancey?"

As the camera zoomed in, the young man raised his head, and his smiling eyes instantly appeared on the big screen. His eyes were slightly fixed, looking at the green mountains and green waters in front of him, as if he was immersed in the wonderful sound of Xiao Xiao.

"Good song."

The boatman wore a bamboo hat and propped up an oar made of green bamboo. Hearing this, he said with a smile, "Why don't you make peace with each other with poetry?"

The young man in white smiled slightly, without saying a word, his eyes were somewhat mysterious. At this time, the bamboo raft came to the shore, and someone in the pavilion by the lake greeted warmly: "Taibai, let us wait!"

Brushing away the willow branches full of spring, the young people climb up the stairs to the pavilion, hold a pen, and write with ink:

"After the rain, the smoky landscape is green, and the remaining clouds are scattered on a sunny day. The east wind returns with the spring and sends flowers on my branches.

When the flowers fall, it seems to be dusk. Seeing this is depressing.I would like to visit famous mountains and learn Taoism to fly cinnabar. "

The companions were surprised, and couldn't help picking up the poem and reading it out, with a loud voice, just like that Xiao's voice.

Outside the pavilion, peach blossoms are blooming on the branches, and kingfishers are standing on their feet.The sound of Xiao in the distance did not stop, and the lake surface was shrouded in clouds and mist, mixed with the aftertaste of the poem, beating in people's hearts.

In the distance, there was a pause, and then it rang again after a few breaths, as if meeting a bosom friend, and it was clearer than before.

Before the bamboo raft left, the old man shook his head and clapped his hands when he heard the words. Before seeing the young man, he only smiled and said nothing, as if he didn't get it, but now it seems that he underestimated this well-known young genius.

A boat came slowly at this moment, the old man threw down the bamboo pole in his hand, lowered his head and entered the cabin, two maidservants came slowly and saluted: "Your Majesty."

The old man took off his cloak, revealing his blue robe, and raised his voice to order his subordinates: "Go invite that son who wrote poetry."

In the pavilion, the fellow travelers have not been relieved from the shock of the new poem, but the author of the poem is sipping tea, beating the beat with his fingers on the table, his eyes are misty, and the corners of his mouth are slightly curled up.

With the unique pride of a young genius.

At just the right time, the sky was getting brighter and the clouds cleared up. An egret flew high across the lake with its flapping wings. The little boy hurried to the pavilion and lowered his head: "Your Majesty, please come on board and talk."

"Who is your envoy?"

"The owner's surname is Liu."

The rest of the people suddenly realized that the new Sheriff of Brazil County is not surnamed Liu.

The protagonist smiled slightly, brushed his clothes and stood up, "Let's go."

It was the third year of Kaiyuan, Wu Zhou had just retired, Yuhuan was still young, the Anshi Rebellion was far away, Bai Juyi hadn't written the "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" that has been passed down through the ages, and Li Bai...hadn't experienced those depressing wasted years. .

At this moment, he is a well-known young genius next door, with sharp edges and corners, waiting for his talent to be appreciated by officials.

"Is it really Lanxi who plays this young Li Bai?" The theater was dark, and the film critics sat in the best seats. At this time, the camera zoomed in on the screen and gave Lanxi a long close-up. They finally endured I couldn't help but asked out loud.

...Where is this performance that a rookie can have?

"Keep watching."

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, the opening title alone had already aroused their interest.

Unlike film critics who focus on acting skills, reporters...are more concerned about other content, for example, "Did you notice just now, the one holding a piece of paper and reciting poems just now is Zhou Qi!"

But, who is willing to take their eyes off the protagonist?

The poet fairy in the book, separated by thousands of years, came alive before their eyes in this way, vivid, natural, full of flesh and blood, and those proud and noble emotions seemed real and lovely.

On the screen, the young Li Bai and Liu Junshou had a happy chat. The sheriff wrote a letter of recommendation in his hand, introducing Li Bai to study in an academy in central Sichuan. Li Bai took the letter and got up and bowed deeply.

Get off the boat, turn around and look, the green hills are green and the sun is rising.

This is the best era, and Datang is in its prime.

"Hey, let the picture freeze at this scene if I really want to."

At this moment, I don't know how many people have the same emotion in their hearts.

In the two-hour movie, Li Bai left for Chang'an after his study tour in the middle of Shu, and won the favor of the royal family and nobles by relying on his poetry. In the compliments of Princess Yuzhen and He Zhizhang, Xuanzong read his poems and admired him very much , summoned him into the palace to become Hanlin, this year, he was 41 years old.

It's just that the good times didn't last long, and he got tired of being an imperial literati and drank his sorrows with wine.Coupled with the jealousy of his colleagues, he made a little bit of slander, but Xuanzong neglected it.

Leaving Beijing, heading east.Although he was full of sadness, Li Bai knew that he had lost luck in his journey to become an official.

In the 12th year of Tianbao, the Anshi Rebellion brought great momentum, and Li Bai and his wife fled south;

Then, the court pardoned the world due to the drought, and Li Bai was pardoned. In the second year, he went to join his uncle because of poverty. At this time, he was over sixty.

In the third year of Shangyuan, Li Bai was on the sick bed, and he was famous for "Dying Song", and then died at the age of 62.

There was another whistling sound in the theater, as clear and long as it was at the beginning, as if turning his head, he could see the young man in white coming on a bamboo raft, waiting for the bamboo raft to land, so that he could write the wonderful sentence brewing in his heart. Write it down with a brush, and pave a road to Qingyun.

Beside, there are still lakes and mountains, pink and willow green.

"I actually cried..." The reporter wiped his hand, and it became a little wet.

The theater was silent, the main creators stood up, and thunderous applause rang out.

Director Yang calmly wiped the sweat from his palms on his trousers, stretched his brows, and finally let out a long sigh of relief.

At the end of the show, he stopped a familiar film critic and wanted to chat for a few words, but the other party gave him a silent look, left a sentence "I want to go back to write film reviews, chat another day", and hurried away.

The next day, Director Yang received more than a dozen film reviews that were full of praise, and at the same time, they also sent blades.