Self-salvation of a cheap substitute

"When will you be able to join the group? Can you do it today?" Director Zhang held Wang Miao's shoulders and led him for a walk inside the room.

"I, I, I think I'm still not capable enough. I can't play such an important role." Wang Miao's back was so stiff that it was like an iron plate. He was so nervous that he couldn't help stammering.

"Relax, don't be nervous, can I, an old man who is nearly fifty years old, still eat you up? Huh?" Director Zhang was very amiable.

"I'm not, I'm here to travel." Wang Miao replied awkwardly.

"Chuncheng is very good. The city lives up to its name, and the four seasons are like spring. I fell in love with this city when I first came here for filming. Come and sit. Xiao Miao, have you ever thought about taking the path of an actor? I think you He is very promising and talented in acting." Director Zhang took the lead in sitting on the mat, and the fat old man straightened one leg, and reached into his trouser pocket to take out a pack of crumpled cigarettes. He took out a cigarette and asked, "Do you smoke?"

"Thank you." Wang Miao hurriedly got up to take it and sat down again, continuing to maintain the awkward figure-horoscope sitting posture before, with his toes almost touching each other.

"Well, hiss, have we met Xiao Miao before? I think you look familiar. I went to the Film Academy to give lectures. Are you there?" Director Zhang took a puff of cigarette and asked.

"I dropped out of school very early." Wang Miao said euphemistically that Director Zhang had admitted the wrong person.

"Oh——" Director Zhang nodded, and asked again: "Where did you take the acting class before?"

"Shenhai City." Wang Miao thought for a while and added: "Shenhai City Galaxy International Media."

"Well, do you want ice cream?" Director Zhang asked, then picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Bring two pieces of ice cream."

……

Wang Miao could only continue.

Ice cream is Wang Miao's childhood memory, or the childhood memory of the children in the whole north. It is not big, has a strong milky fragrance, is very sweet, and costs one yuan. smiled.

Director Zhang looked curious, he unpacked the ice cream, took a bite, and asked, "What do you remember?"

"In the past, when I was still studying, I would go to part-time jobs during the summer vacation, and then pick up some scraps and sell them to earn some tuition fees, book fees, living expenses, etc. I remember that one day was very hot, and I wore that kind of puppet costume under the sun. After standing for two hours, I want to drink water, but I actually want ice cream more, because I haven’t eaten ice cream for a long time, I remember I stood at the door of the canteen and hesitated for a long time, the cheapest is this, selling Fifty cents, but I am still hesitant. For fifty cents, I can buy a steamed bun, which can fill my stomach. But I bought this ice cream, and I can only eat two meals. Although I finally bought it, at that time It’s the most self-willed move I think I can make. I remember that I ate it very slowly, and I ate it when it was about to melt. It’s very sweet, very sweet. I took a look at the package for its taste. I can just remember, I thought it was discontinued, but I didn’t expect to see it again, it must be fate." Wang Miao explained while tearing open the package, he took out a small ice cream and brought it to his mouth, carefully took a bite .

Director Zhang felt sad after hearing this.

"Sorry, I talk too much, I'm sorry." Wang Miao looked at Director Zhang's complicated expression, and lowered his head like a child admitting his mistake.

"It's okay, I think you are too suitable. Really, Xiao Miao, I think this role is tailor-made for you. Is this fate, fate can't be missed." Director Zhang patted Wang Miao on the back and persuaded .

"To be honest, I really want to act, I really want to act, but I can't promise you, one is that I have a bad reputation in Pingcheng, like a street mouse, if I appear in your movie, you will be scolded, The second is that I am dying. The doctor said that I still have a month to go. Maybe I will fall asleep one night and never wake up again, or one day I will fall down on the road for no reason and never climb up again. Wake up, but I don't want to live in a gray city, and finally die in Pingcheng, where the sky is always gray, I want to die in a sunny place, and I figured out, one month later, during the Spring Festival, There are thousands of lights, and there are fireworks all over the sky to see me off, and it is spring, when everything recovers, it is very good and cool." Wang Miao looked at life and death very lightly, and said it very calmly, even though this calmness concealed With blood and tears, there is a huge, turbulent sadness that will flood once the embankment breaks.

Director Zhang was speechless for a moment. The child beside him had a heart beyond his age. To be able to talk about his own life and death calmly required a lot of courage. For persuasion, Director Zhang took a bite of the ice cream and chewed it silently.

Wang Miao thought it was director Zhang's order to evict guests, so he stood up and bowed deeply to director Zhang: "I'm sorry for disturbing you for so long, and for delaying the filming time of the crew. I'm sorry, I'm leaving first."

"and many more."

Wang Miao stopped in his tracks. He didn't look back. He just waited for Director Zhang's next words. He heard Director Zhang say, "Stay here, let's shoot."

He didn't ask about Wang Miao's life experience,

He did not ask Wang Miao what disease he had and why he refused treatment.

He didn't ask why he would be scolded after using Wang Miao,

He just said, let's shoot, don't leave regrets in life.

This sentence was very appealing to Wang Miao. He shook his head, but finally did not take a step forward. He lowered his head and silently took a bite of the ice cream, just like that summer many years ago, when the rich milky fragrance wrapped in sweetness. The taste fills the mouth.

Director Zhang is right, let’s shoot, don’t leave any regrets, although his short life is full of regrets, but at the end of his life, he wants to try his best to make his regrets smaller and smaller.

"Brother, where are you?" Yan Jiaming's text message.

Wang Miao didn't give Yan Jiaming his own WeChat, but he couldn't stand the young man's stalking, so he could only give him a mobile phone number. As soon as Wang Miao wanted to reply to the message, Yan Jiaming's call came, and Wang Miao answered. Get up and say, "Hi."

"Brother, where are you? I'll play with you. I passed the audition." Yan Jiaming said excitedly.

"I'm on the set." Wang Miao glanced at Director Zhang and smiled politely.

"Crew, what crew? Bro, do you want to film? I'll go find you, I'll go find you!" Yan Jiaming asked a series of questions.

"...I don't know where this is, but I know the name of the crew, it's called "Chun Jiang Hua Chao Qiu Moon Night"." Wang Miao scratched his head and said.

"Chunjiangqiuchaohuayueye!" Yan Jiaming excitedly said: "That's Director Zhang's crew, you know Director Zhang, don't promise me, many of them here are liars, just wait for me!"

When Yan Jiaming ran over, what he saw was Zhang Daoer sitting on the mat, and Wang Miao, who was holding a thick stack of scripts, was lecturing. The hair is bitter and astringent.

Yan Jiaming looked at Wang Miao with some resentment in his eyes. In the past, with his help, he started a new life. When he was taken away by others, he begged Gu Yi to save his life and gave him a life. Fate, at the beginning, when Wang Miao decided to delete his contact information, to be honest, Yan Jiaming felt more sad than happy. This shows that the only person who clearly knew his details has disappeared. Of course he knew about the sensation, but he didn't care about it. He was no longer the desperate young man in Shenhai City. His future life was full of flowers, so how could he have anything to do with Wang Miao.

If he hadn't met Wang Miao today, and if it hadn't been for what Wang Miao said, he would have excused himself to stay away from Wang Miao, but Wang Miao said that he didn't want to drag him down, and Yan Jiaming wanted to take Wang Miao around in Spring City out of pity. Turning around, enjoying Wang Miao's gratitude to him, but never thinking for a few hours, Wang Miao once again stood in the position that he could not reach.

Why, why can someone like Wang Miao stand on his head every time, Yan Jiaming quietly clenched his fists.

"Brother!" Yan Jiaming collected his emotions, hid his emotions and let go of his fists. He stood on tiptoe and waved his hands from a distance, then shouted: "Brother——"

"..." Wang Miao turned his head and waved to him blankly, but he didn't understand Yan Jiaming's current mental activities. In his heart, although Yan Jiaming had a lot of philistines, he was still the same child at that time. Then he thought Thinking about it, he introduced to Director Zhang: "Yan Jiaming is an actor, and I originally came to play with him."

"Oh." Director Zhang didn't have any interest in Yan Jiaming, he asked: "Are you familiar with the script in general? If possible, can we join the group tonight?"

"Yes, no problem." Wang Miao patted his chest.

"How about paying your labor fee according to the little star before?" Director Zhang asked again.

"No, I'm already dead. These things are of no use to me. If you can, use the money to set up a fund for children who can't afford to go to school, and for those who are forced to leave school Let's use it." Wang Miao politely declined Zhang Daoer's offer.

"Brother!" Yan Jiaming ran in, "Let's go!"

"I may not be able to leave." Wang Miao shook the script in his hand, "I'm going to stay here for a few days, filming."

"Ah, brother, didn't you say that you have a serious illness and need to go to the hospital?" Yan Jiaming blinked, opened his mouth innocently, and asked, "This uncle is..."

"Director Zhang." Wang Miao explained concisely.

"..." Yan Jiaming was thinking why Director Zhang didn't express what he said just now. Wang Miao should have concealed his illness from Director Zhang. Logically speaking, Director Zhang should be furious.

"It's okay." Director Zhang cast a glance at Yan Jiaming, then at Wang Miao and said with a half-smile, "Is this your friend?"