Drunken Death Dangtu [Complete Edited Version]

What this girl said was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue, but after thinking about it carefully, I suddenly realized that it was also impossible.I was too careless in front of the TV at the time, every time their eyes meet and every skin contact in "X-girl" seems to be traceable.

Then I was faced with a choice.People may face choices many times. This is a very difficult job. As far as I know, many very powerful figures in history have made mistakes and regretted them through the ages.It is not good to make the right choice when you are wrong, such as Hong Chengchou, and it is not good to make the wrong choice when you are right, such as Wu Sangui.

But if you want to talk about integrity in a place like the entertainment industry, you will be laughed out of your teeth.I’m almost 27, so I’m not so simple. After all, I’m not the one who suffers from this matter. At present, the best choice is to leave it alone, don’t ask, and continue to make my dance movies, and arrange my "Drunk Death". On the surface, it's not too much of a loss of integrity to play haha ​​with Gu and Qu, as long as the inner conscience is immortal and the morality is not bad.

But then I thought of Lao Yuan on the sick bed.In Lao Yuan's life, except for the days when he couldn't help but be so confused, the rest of the time his standards of conduct were always high.Thinking of how he fought to the end with those car owners who refused to pay the parking fee, and refused to give up, I felt ashamed.So I struggled again and again, and I decided to cast the fire once as a moth.

I went to the training base of the new film to find Gu Yao, and in the face of my childish questioning, the other party didn't think it was disobedient, and said easily that you had already signed the contract, and you were already featured in the early promotion of "The Great Dancer" Name, if you propose to terminate the contract at this time, the liquidated damages will be a very large sum.He also said that not only that, all commercial activities I participated in required the approval of the company, without his approval, "Drunk Dead Dangtu" would never be able to be on stage.

Then he patted me on the shoulder like a brother, and while patiently teaching me to bear it, he sent me out the door.

Gu Yao is worthy of being a powerful faction who has won many movie stars. He integrates acting skills into life with every gesture. From the left, he looks like a Yao like a Shun, bright and bright, and from the right, he looks like a dog like a pig.For the first time, I felt that he was so inferior to Li Qiao.Even the fine hair on the feet can't compare.

Gu Yao is very smart, so smart that he can read people's hearts. He should have seen what I was thinking. He glanced at me slowly and said, didn't you ask me why I signed you?

I guessed that he was trying to tell the truth, so I didn't interrupt and listened carefully.

Gu Yao seemed to have guessed that I wouldn't dare to cause trouble here, and he smiled handsomely at me: "My wife fostered a dog with Li Qiao, so I brought his dog here too."

I turned around and left, turned back after two steps, and hit Gu Yao's jaw with a punch.

I spared no effort in this punch, and I guess at least one tooth of Comrade Film King will be broken.I want to learn a little more from Zhang Bold, and be able to put him down before the people around him rush forward.

Someone came up and gave me a slap in the face, worse than Li Qiao's hand, and while I was staring at gold stars, someone greeted me again.

Seeing that I was about to be beaten up by a group of people, I decided to use all my strength to beat you to death, and shouted: "If you fucking want to beat me up, you will be reimbursed directly, otherwise I will definitely say it when I meet a reporter, say you Gu Yingdi is so sanctimonious and commits all kinds of crimes, don’t worry if people don’t believe me, I have photos of you and Xiao Li!”

I bluffed Gu Yao with the last sentence, so he probably won't believe it right away.But he probably didn't dare to really reimburse me, so these people let me go.

Although I was beaten, I also beat people, especially beating such a scum is very enjoyable, but after the fun, I faced a very serious problem, what should I do?

A gust of cold wind is blowing, bringing a little bit of cool rain, announcing that autumn is one step closer.I raised my face to welcome a little rain. One second, I felt that everything in the world could not escape the law of spring hair and autumn hiding. The next second, I felt that my bones were a little light, or the kind of souls and six souls leaving the body.I am not afraid or regretful, but I feel relaxed. Anyway, I never wanted to be an actor, I was just a dancer.

The phone in my pocket vibrated, and I took it out to see that there were more than a dozen missed calls from the nurses in the hospital.I knew something was wrong, so I rushed towards the hospital.

If I miss seeing my dad off for the last time because of beating that beast, I will truly regret it for the rest of my life.Fortunately, my old man Yuan was strong and strong, and he refused to take his last breath until I rushed to the hospital.At this time, Lao Yuan's throat had been cut open, and the doctors were trying their best to save him. At the same time, they were amazed at Lao Yuan's tenacity. His face had turned into a terrible liver color, and you could hear it when he was panting. The sound of bubbling and bubbling water.

The doctor told me that before his death, Yuan Yuan had returned to his former self and was able to speak and move, and almost sat up from the bed.He begged people for wine and meat, the wine had to be two-two-five-a-bottle baijiu small firecrackers, and the meat had to be big elbows with fat skin and lean meat, sweet-scented osmanthus and mashed garlic. He also begged people for his son. , He asked people to call me to him quickly, and he said he wanted his son to carry me home.

Lao Yuan's ears are not good when he is awake, so I basically rely on shouting to talk to him.I stepped forward, held Lao Yuan's hand tightly, and shouted at the top of my voice, "I am here, you are here, we are both here, isn't this home!"

At this time, this place, this situation, this scene, it is estimated that it is still a bit ridiculous.

It stands to reason that Lao Yuan should not be able to hear anything at this time, but the strange thing is that he seemed to hear it again——Lao Yuan didn't say a word (he couldn't say it a long time ago), and the dry hand grasped it tightly. Hit me, cracking my bones, and then he closed his eyes.

Lao Yuan left, taking with him the last vestige of nostalgia left in the world - his nostalgia for me.

The next thing is to do the funeral for Lao Yuan.I discussed this issue with him when he was still sober.The Chinese tradition has always been to burial at sea, but Lao Yuan insisted on sea burial. He said sea burial is good, sea burial is environmentally friendly, and sea burial does not cost money. Don't give me any trouble.

Whether or not to let Lao Yuan's soul return to the sea, I am not sure about this idea.But the crematorium was not far from our home, and where to have him cremated didn't seem like a difficult decision.

I called many people, from the neighbors to the sixth uncle who watched the gate together, Lao Yuan has always been a face-saving person, and Huangquan Road can't let him be deserted.I also invited the old factory director of Lao Yuan’s unit to read a eulogy for him, because those were his most unforgettable glorious years, and he was able to enjoy the fat job of being able to eat and drink everywhere. The guests are famous inside and outside the factory.

The old factory manager himself was half buried in the ground. Compared with the cold face he once handed over to the police, he readily agreed this time. It seems that the saying "the dead are the greatest" makes sense. Be kind to the living.On the day of burial, the old factory manager dressed cleanly and decently, and tremblingly took out a piece of paper in front of everyone. He said that Lao Yuan's life was a life of hard work, a life of perseverance, a life of no regrets and no shame...

I think the old factory manager is a bit of a level, four-character idioms emerge in endlessly, and he is very emotional. He read the eulogy in a cadence, singing three sighs.In addition, he also emphatically praised me.

Many people cried.

One of my hands was in my pocket, and I clenched the small firecracker that I planned to secretly stuff into Lao Yuan's urn.I didn't cry.First, Lao Yuan is not that great, and second, I am even worse. We are just one of thousands of ordinary parents and children in this world. He raised me when I was young, and I accompany him when he grows old. Feelings can neither be summed up rashly with the word blood, nor do they need to be rendered with tears.

After Lao Yuan left, I would dream of him for half a month, but those dreams were still not clear. It was often that Lao Yuan had aged into a crooked tree in the old Beijing city, and I was still an eleven or twelve-year-old boy. Sometimes the old man with a crumpled face and crooked legs and crooked mouth is just across the street from me, but every time I smile and run towards him, I will always be rushed away by people coming from nowhere.

Time freezes and dissipates in the year when we depended on each other for life.Every time I cried in my dream, and every time I woke up I wiped my tears away.Like enlightenment, I often come up with many bizarre ideas after waking up, and I want to compile all these ideas into "Drunken Death".

While I was scratching my head and choreographing at home, the premiere of "Qian Tang" was an instant hit at the Art Center.Before Li Qiao started his national tour, he came to my poor place to find me.

Li Qiao looked at me from a distance of two meters, his eyes were unprecedentedly gentle and restrained, lingering around me, like gentle wind and sparse rain.He didn't come close, and I didn't go up to meet him. We just looked at each other like this, with one eye, two eyes, three or four eyes, as if ten years, hundreds of thousands of years.

He said why didn't you tell me your dad passed away?

"So what if I told you, everyone is gone. It's okay, it's not a drag, it's not painful." At this time, I have given up my hostile attitude towards this person, and I am very happy to see Li Qiao again, but the autumn wind is a bit chilly , more or less snuffed out a little joy that always accompanied me on my face.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Can I borrow a bit of space in the art center? I'm short of a place for line dancing, and...a theater."

"No problem. There are still two large-scale performances in the past two months. As long as you stagger the time with them, the entire art center is at your disposal." Li Qiao readily agreed, and then asked, "Is there anything else?"

"It's gone, it's all good." It's rare to be able to talk so calmly, I don't want to bring up Gu Yao's bad debt at this time.I opened my arms, smiled and said to him, "I saw in the news that "Send Tang" is going to be on a national tour, I wish you success soon, let's give him a hug."

Li Qiao walked up.Taking advantage of his height, he opened his arms and suddenly wrapped me completely inside.

Maybe it's because of the out-of-control slaps last time that he also felt scared. At first he hugged me cautiously, and then he gradually used all his strength. I couldn't breathe smoothly when I was hugged by him, but my heart that was up and down was calm after all. down.

We didn't say anything more until Li Qiao left.These days, I have heard too many words of "sorrow and resignation". Too much comfort is unnecessary. I enjoy this moment of silence very much.

Of course "Send Tang" will be successful, but "Drunken Death Dangtu" will fail in all likelihood.