perfect character

Jiang Qiushi's painstaking efforts were not understood.

For fans who are familiar with the rules of fandom, how can they not control comments?If you don't comment on those spam messages and sunspots, don't they all come out?

Besides, as a fan, isn't it normal to see someone you like and make comments?It's just that there are too many people speaking out.It is unfair to fans to comment because they are fans.

Just as passers-by hate seeing the same accusations, fans are even more reluctant to see the outside world's malice towards idols.

No one can calmly bear the extreme malice of strangers towards their loved ones. Anyone who enters the fan circle will become extreme under such circumstances.

Fans gather in the fan circle, what they see is the perfection of their loved ones, what they hear is the most filthy and vicious language attacking their idols, and what they do is repetitive mechanical activities in the name of protection.

Gathering in the fan circle, there is only one perfect person in their eyes, surrounded by malice that seems to come from the whole world.

Day after day, year after year, originally diverse people get together because of the same hobby, lose themselves and gradually become homogeneous.

The colorful world is also like the idols who are precious as national treasures in their eyes, it is either black or white.

Some people may have listened to Jiang Qiushi's advice.

so what?

Idols can't understand fans' troubles, and fans can't understand idols' worries.If there are one or two rational fans who stand up and say not to criticize, I am afraid that the next step will be blackmailed by their fan circle.

Jiang Qiushi looked at the large list of topical templates under his comments, and chose to leave the Internet world first, closing his eyes and resting alone.

Suddenly, he thought of the political teacher who came to class every day with a smile on his face when he was in junior high school, and liked to do Tai Chi in the corridor.

In the year of graduation, all the teachers and classmates congratulated him on his excellent grades, but this smiling old man took the opportunity to pull him into a corner and stuffed him with a thin red envelope.

Inside is not money, but a column of brush characters written by himself.

"It's rare to be confused!"

The little old man patted him on the shoulder, Jiang Qiushi expected that he had a lot to say to himself, opened his mouth for a long time, but gave up again.

He closed his eyes, and the expression of the teacher who hesitated to speak appeared again in his mind.

I know, I know all.

There are not so many fulfillments in life, and the pursuit of sobriety and self-knowledge in everything, and the unwillingness to settle for second best, is it not another kind of confusion?

Why do you have to choose the most tiring way to live your life?

Jiang Qiushi questioned himself, and answered with a mockery.

I also do not understand.

He opened his eyes, looked at the blank ceiling of his living room, and said again: "I don't understand either."

But I need to do this.he thinks.

Had a party the night before, drank two glasses of wine, and had to rush to the set to film this morning.Three dogs of different sizes flitted around, sniffing and sniffing.The smell of cosmetics made the youngest one sneezed and whimpered, its little head bowed into Jiang Qiushi's arms in aggrieved manner.

"Okay, okay, let go, ah——next time I will bring you a bone to chew on." Regarding the behavior of the smallest Pingan using his finger as a molar stick, Jiang Qiushi expressed connivance and verbally promised material rewards.

Ping An didn't understand, so it didn't prevent it from flicking its tail happily, happily letting the man smooth its hair from head to tail, and squinting comfortably.

Jiang Qiu stroked the dog with eleven hands and flipped through the notice sheet with the other.

The plot filmed today needs to enter a small climax, he flipped through the script and conceived in his heart.

Du Mei was sitting next to him with a thermos, reaching out to reach out to the cute little guy in the other's arms, smiling kindly: "Have you memorized all the lines?"

Jiang Qiushi nodded in response: "I have written it down, and I am brewing emotions."

"Okay, we'll be shooting soon." Du Mei seemed to just come to chat with him, and Jiang Qiushi responded with a good temper.

While chatting, the topic changed, and Du Mei brought the topic to family.

"You heard it the other day. Actually... I had a son before. I can't remember when he was eleven or twelve." "When he was this tall, it was gone."

"He's not like my elder son and younger daughter. They're very naughty and they've been noisy since they were young. He's different. He's very obedient and never willing to let me worry about him. But..."

When Du Mei talked about the past, she could only say one or two sad words. After the suffering of the past crushed her emotionally in the middle of the night, she was able to talk about that period of the past very frankly.

The makeup artist, three or two staff members present, and artist assistants all listened to her quietly.

"He didn't want to play in the water, he wanted to save people. My husband taught him to swim and be brave, and I taught him to be helpful. We all regret why we didn't teach him to think about himself first."

"It's no use regretting it now."

Du Mei stared at the man who was putting on makeup with calm eyes, and Jiang Qiushi always felt that her eyes were full of kindness that made him feel strange.

He opened his mouth, and for the first time found that he didn't know what language to respond to, only a barren "sorry."

There are only two words, and they are very solemn.

Du Mei smiled: "It's all over. I thought that I should forget about the past 20 years. But I don't know why, when I see you, I will think of him."

"I don't dare to have the cheek to say that I recognize you as a godson or something. You have your own parents, and they should have an opinion."

"Let's just be ordinary relatives, you can call me auntie, and come to my house during the holidays, okay?"

Du Mei asked similar questions in private, and even gave her the address, but she didn't mention it in front of other people. Now it's a clear way.

Jiang Qiushi agreed.

It's not a bad feeling to suddenly have an extra family member.

He closed his eyes, dipped the brush into powder, and applied layer after layer of makeup for him, turning him into another person.

When the slate is hit, the "click" sound is like a barrier under the hood of the virtual world.

He is He Wangshu, a painter who was accidentally blind.

The tall and thin He Wangshu led the dog and walked steadily on the way out.

Judging from various body movements, He Wangshu has gradually gotten used to the life of the blind.

Jiang Qiushi is also used to wearing sunglasses, and the days in front of him are dark.

He Wangshu in the movie slowly groped for the rules of the invisible world, and he faced it with He Wangshu outside the world.

He Wangshu is going to a concert today.

This concert is very special, the orchestra is composed entirely of people with disabilities.

Since being invisible, he has fallen in love with all kinds of beautiful sounds.He can imagine the colorful world through his voice.And this orchestra will not look at him differently because of his disability.

Everyone is the same, something has been taken away by God.

He is leading the dog in one hand, leaning on a cane in the other, with wide sunglasses covering most of his face, walking slowly.

If you walk fast, you will fall down on the blind road instead.

As the name suggests, the city's blind streets are located in the blind spots of the entire city.Nobody cares about that regular bump on the sidewalk.Pedestrians don't care, people who park don't care, and people who build roads don't care. Blind people are quietly forgotten by big cities.

It was the nth time that he hit a bicycle on a blind road, and it sounded like he was knocked down. He Wangshu put his cane in his arms and bent down to help him up.

He couldn't see it, so he groped for a long time, put his hand on the tire, and fumbled in the direction of the front faucet.

It's a pretty new bike, and it's pretty cool.he thinks.

In an instant, there was the sound of howling wind, and something hit him hard on the back. He Wangshu was caught off guard and fell to the ground, his glasses fell aside.

It's a basketball, bouncing and rolling away.

He subconsciously reached out and groped on the ground, and with a barking sound, he picked up the glasses and put them in his palm.

"Damn thief! How dare you steal my bicycle? Look at me..."

The girl's angry voice followed her footsteps from far to near, and when she got closer, the cursing voice suddenly disappeared.

He Wangshu took the glasses from Ping'an's hand, opened them tremblingly, put them on for himself, and squatted down to touch his walking stick.Ping An is too small to pick it up, so he can only use his head to push the cane forward.

The cane was suddenly placed in the palm of his hand.

With these two things, He Wangshu felt much more at ease. He still maintained a squatting posture, not knowing which direction the owner of the bicycle was, and looked up blankly to explain: "I'm sorry, I didn't intend to steal the car, I just knocked down the bicycle accidentally. I want to get up."

The girl's voice sounded more sad than his.

"I misunderstood, I'm sorry, it's my fault, did I hurt you?"

The girl helped him up carefully, and when she saw her car on the blind road, she blushed even more.

"The blind road is here, it's very close to the stop line, so I..."

He Wangshu listened quietly, and finally smiled: "It's okay, you didn't mean it."

He's used to it.

Ping An whispered beside his legs, biting his trouser legs again and again, He Wangshu bent down and stretched out his hand, Ping An himself bit the chain and sent the leash to his hand.

"Where are you going? Shall I take you?"

He Wangshu shook his head: "No need. It will guide me."

Knowing that he was talking about himself, Ping An happily rubbed He Wangshu's calf again before trotting forward.

He Wangshu estimated the girl's direction, nodded with a smile and said goodbye, and walked forward along the way.The little girl stood there, her heart pounding.

It was a dazzling girl, tall and fit, in a basketball uniform.The short-haired girl picked up the basketball, looked down at her basketball uniform, suddenly felt a little annoyed, and then couldn't help but feel grateful for a second that the other party couldn't see her.

She stood where she was, with a complicated look on her face.

A long shot goes smoothly from beginning to end.Ping An, the most variable animal actor, is also very obedient, and nothing goes wrong.

With the sound of Cut, the actor leaves the role.

A group of people gathered around to greet each other, and the actor who hit someone hurriedly apologized.

Jiang Qiushi waved his hands to indicate that it was okay.

In order to save money, and for the sake of real effect, the basketball really hit Jiang Qiushi on the back.Fortunately, no one lost the chain on this one, as long as a few more shots were taken.

The assistant kept all kinds of medicines in his backpack. As soon as the filming was over, Mengmeng went up to her with medicines for promoting blood circulation and removing stasis.

"It's okay, just apply some medicine later."