Inner entertainment first vase

The airport in Shantou City is not big, and the car stopped slowly along the side. Ke Yu put on his hat and glasses again, and before hooking up his mask, Shanglu stopped him, leaned over and kissed him.

The car windows covered with dark film blocked the view, Ke Yu felt at ease in his breath, and wrapped his arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.Before getting out of the car, Shanglu pressed his ear and called him "baby".

He opened the suitcase to pick up the luggage by himself, as if Shanglu was a business driver.The driver stepped on the accelerator and drove the car to the parking lot, where the people from the chamber of commerce were waiting for the handover.

Sheng Guoer was waiting for him at the entrance of the VIP security check passage, and he was relieved to see everyone appearing in full, and took the boarding case.Ke Yu joked with her in a good mood: "Guo'er, you've lost weight."

"I'm ashamed to say it! I've disappeared for so many days! I'm almost scolded to death by Mai Anyan!"

Ke Yu walked towards the security check passage, said "hmm", with a half-smile, "I know, you all miss me so much that you don't think about eating or drinking."

The VIP lounge was very quiet, and Sheng Guoer checked the upcoming schedule with him on the tablet.Ke Yu didn't do many variety shows, and he wasn't busy after leaving the film crew. It was only because he had to catch up with things at the end of the year that he seemed a little overwhelmed.There were a few local TV stations that had invited them to the evening parties, and they had to wait for the meeting with Mai Anyan before screening. The magazine had already finished filming before, and the rest was some important entertainment and interviews.

After checking, there was still more than half an hour before the boarding time. Sheng Guoer read the news and asked, "I heard that the island is flooded? Then how have you been these few days? No news?"

Ke Yu sighed helplessly: "Sister, don't you report your safety every day?"

Sheng Guoer hesitated: "The typhoon is so scary, I dare not go out."

Ke Yu closed his eyes and fell asleep, not bothering to lift his eyelids: "Say what you have to say."

"I've been eating hotel meals for the past few days." Sheng Guoer hinted quickly.

Ke Yu laughed and said, "Okay, I'll reimburse you."

Immediately, she took out her mobile phone to transfer money to Sheng Guoer's Alipay, and typed "5000". Sheng Guoer said "Oh my God!" and covered her lips and exclaimed.

Ke Yu: "...do you care?"

"No!" Sheng Guoer grabbed his arm: "Take a look! Quick! Look! ——Is that Phytophthora?!"

Ke Yu raised his eyes slightly, and saw Shang Lu entering the VIP room under the guidance of the stewardess.He pressed his baseball cap, put his trouser pocket in one hand and pushed the suitcase in the other. When he parted, he nodded slightly with the stewardess, and then noticed Sheng Guoer's bright and scorching gaze.

Sheng Guoer stood up and waved wildly, but fortunately, the VIP room was busy typing on the keyboard or making calls, so no one noticed her.

The pulley was silent on the carpet, and Shang Lu walked up to the two of them, condescendingly, and greeted Sheng Guoer first: "Guoer."

Sheng Guo'er clasped her palms and raised her face, nodding desperately, and said joyfully, "What a coincidence, why are you here?"

Ke Yu silently supported her forehead.

"Take care of some private matters." Shang Lu said, glanced at Ke Yu who was holding his forehead and frowning, and the corners of his lips slightly raised: "Teacher Ke."

Ke Yu just raised his head, and did not put down his crossed legs, but just nodded his head, and said a little coldly, "What a coincidence."

It's just that the cheeks are a little hot.

Shanglu lowered his head and smiled, his eyes locked on him tenderly: "It means that we are very destined."

Sheng Guo'er didn't realize that there was something wrong, and felt that Ke Yu was a bit aloof, so she showed her social spirit and enthusiastically pulled Shanglu to sit aside, but——huh?Why did he sit next to Ke Yu so consciously?Please that's her seat!Sheng Guoer had no choice but to sit on the opposite sofa and gossiped, "Are you from Chaoshan too?"

Shanglu replied: "Hong Kong people."

Sheng Guoer thought to himself, sure enough.He has the words "Hong Kong male" written on him from head to toe.

"Then are you here for tourism? Or for a spot?" She still remembered the identity of Shanglu's photography assistant.

Shang Lu propped his chin on the sofa with one hand, "Falling in love." He said with a casual smile, not looking at Ke Yu.

Sheng Guoer's girl's heart was broken: "So you're not single." With a sour heart, she still didn't forget to gossip: "Is your girlfriend very beautiful?"

Ke Yu said inexplicably, "Guo'er, don't ask."

Sheng Guoer blinked, and Ke Yu said solemnly, "You're rude."

Gentleman Shanglu said: "It's not impolite, Mr. Ke is being serious." Then he turned to Sheng Guoer: "However, my girlfriend doesn't seem to like me mentioning him to others."

Ke Yu: "..."

Calmly took a fashion pictorial from the magazine rack and shook it off, covering his face.

After a long while, a voice came from behind the pictorial: "...It's not like that."

Sheng Guoer looked at him blankly, then at Shanglu, Shanglu said, "My girlfriend is very beautiful."

This is exciting, Sheng Guoer asked in an insatiable way: "Is it the gentle type? Or the Yujie type?" After pondering, "Or do you like the sweet type?"

It may also be as cool and trendy as him. The two of them went to the street together, from head to toe, from the inside to the outside, exuding an aura that no one should enter.

"It's not very gentle, and it's not sweet." He glanced at Ke Yu, "It's indeed older than me."

Turning a page of the pictorial in his hand, there was a really not-so-gentle clatter, Ke Yu asked lightly, "Really."

Sheng Guoer followed up and asked: "Really? So you like older sisters?" Not knowing where to go, she added to herself: "It is true that older sisters are more sexy and mature, and they can let go."

Shanglu choked on the hot tea, and heard the scratching sound of the chair moving.Ke Yu finally couldn't bear the ghost-like atmosphere, dropped the pictorial and stood up: "I'll smoke a cigarette."

The smoking area is not far away, and a piece of dark glass blocks the lingering smoke.Ke Yu hooked off his mask and lit a cigarette, looking at Shanglu from afar.Watching and watching, the beating heart gradually returned to its original position, but the corners of the mouth were raised up on their own, and they didn't know what they were laughing at.In the end, he couldn't help laughing lowly, scolding himself for being worthless.

I smoked a cigarette to the end, and when I went out, the flight attendant came to ask if I wanted to board the plane early.Sheng Guoer asked Shang Lu with belated awareness: "Are you on the same plane as us?"

Ke Yu was used to being the last to board the plane, and without waiting for his reminder, Shang Lu took the initiative to stagger and board the plane first.

By the time they boarded first class, the stewardesses were already conducting security checks.Ke Yu was seated by the window. He buckled up his seat belt and put on a neck pillow. He was worried, waiting for Sheng Guoer to be forced by Shang Lu to change seats.However, until the take-off announcement was made in the cabin, his cute little assistant was still sitting safely.Ke Yu pressed down the brim of her hat, and Sheng Guoer suddenly felt the temperature on her side drop by more than ten degrees.

He fell asleep out of breath.When I woke up again, it was meal delivery time.The sense of smell discovers the fact that the person around has changed earlier than consciousness.Ke Yu's heart skipped a beat, without opening his eyes, he changed his posture and rested his head lightly on Shanglu's shoulder.

It seemed that it was just a coincidence that my body did it unintentionally after falling into a deep sleep.

Shanglu re-tucked the blanket for him, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "...pretending to sleep is so bad."

Turning around and seeing Sheng Guoer's eyes widen, Shang Lu raised his index finger with a half-smile, "Hush."

Sheng Guoer didn't even figure out what was going on with the weird atmosphere between the two of them until she got off the plane, which made her unable to get into it.

But watching them get along, it is obvious that they are not familiar with each other.

For example, when talking about other things, Shanglu is still so gentle and thoughtful, and treats everyone equally. He first said goodbye to the only lady present, Sheng Guoer, before turning to Ke Yu, but the goodbye was changed to see you next time, and "Teacher Ke" was added in front of it. Listen. Like an agreement.

The company's car was waiting at the end of the aisle. Ke Yu asked unhurriedly, his voice muffled in his mask, and he raised his eyes from under the brim of his hat to look at Shanglu: "When is the next time?"

Sheng Guoer began to move her gaze left and right between the two in a daze, like eye exercises.

"Next time," Shang Lu replied in the affirmative, "it should be when Director Tang invites you to dinner."

Ke Yu was slightly startled, and smiled: "Okay, see you later."

The matter of Tang Zhuo has been pending, Shang Lu is not worried, but Ke Yu is not.It was suggested that he organize the game before and asked him to meet with Tang Zhuo to make an apology, which is considered to have kept the matter private.But then, in order to help him, Shang Lu appeared on the set as a camera assistant, and the matter of apologizing to Tang Zhuo in person was embarrassingly shelved.The typhoon chatted ramblingly, and also asked Shanglu about his plans for this matter.

Selling the copyright and giving up the global art theater tour, Ke Yu knew that Shanglu did all this only because he was involved in the party involved.

The award-winning film "Boring" by Phytrol has nothing to do with the main storyline of "Falling", except for the monologue designed by Ke Yu for Fei Zai. The theme and connotation of the whole film are completely different.

In "Boring", Ke Yu is an underground sex worker, and the whole movie is carried out in his monologues, personal images, street mirrors and Tan Bass images.Except for Ke Yu's narration of his first betrayal of his body and his emotional entanglement with Sister Fei, there is almost no substantive plot.

He uses montage very boldly, sometimes the timeline of sound and picture is completely disrupted, and it seems that two stories are going on at the same time in one second, the auditory and visual separation, but the emotional curve is lifted up unprecedentedly in this disorder.

Shanglu had tested him before, the color of the picture at night was red, representing desire and danger, but the image of the commissary during the day was bright white, hot, boring, and sleepy.The viewfinder is wide and far away, but because of such a strong exposure and contrast between light and dark settings, it makes people feel a sense of suffocation.

Ke Yu kept walking at night, the scenes were noisy and lively, and the sexual entanglement with Sister Fei was narrated in the smog, and he had nothing to do during the day, just guarding the canteen and watching the flow of people.

The only respite is the rooftop, the can of beer, the sunset, and the white shirts floating on the clothesline.

Then it's into the tuning and dialogue before playing the bass.

"Bass is a boring instrument, but addictive."

"why?"

"Because it's boring enough."

Ke Yu was biting a cigarette, and under the bleak incandescent lights of the village in the city, watched the melody play the melody intermittently, with a deadpan expression on his face, concentration in the laziness, and impatient in the concentration, thinking, come to an end.

After the short film was announced, Ke Yu watched it no less than a hundred times. His favorite film review came from a highly respected teacher in the Hong Kong film industry. He said:

"Boring is a movie that touches the truth of life more accurately than any previous 120-minute, 140-minute, or even 200-minute long movie. Life is boring, and boring is life. All the seemingly chaotic montages and nervousness The monologue that does not match the picture, the hot and cold neon night and the white to boring canteen images are disordered, but there is a constant melody, which is boring, like the bass song played by Ke Yu at the end of the film .

I don't know about other people's viewing experiences, but the first time I watched it I was like, wow, this is fucking weird.The film industry has developed to the present, so experimental, innovative, and strange methods, to be honest, no method is new.Formalist directors can invent ten thousand forms of mystification, but the inner strength lies in how to make the form the content.

This director has this internal skill, because he completely uses realistic shooting techniques, you can see that his lighting is the simplest local materials, a broken city village, a broken wharf, a broken river, and a broken canteen are walking back and forth , I will say, I have not seen a poorer award-winning movie.

I would like to quote what Ingmar Bergman said when he commented on Tarkovsky, which is very appropriate for me and this director:

Watching his movies is a miracle. I feel like I am standing at the door of a room. No one has ever given me the key to this room. I have always wanted to go in, but he walked in, moving freely and with ease.

I am 73 this year, and it is my luck to see such a short film. "

The teacher finally praised Ke Yu, "It's hard for me to last 5 minutes of Ke Yu's performance. If it weren't for Li Shan in the past few years, I would have wanted this young man to get out of my sight. But I have to say , the last 30 seconds of him biting a cigarette and playing bass for the camera was his sexiest 30 seconds to date."

The status is too high, and once the words are spoken, the fans dare not speak out, and they have to line up one by one to say: Thank you, Mr. Yan, young actor Ke Yu has a bright future!

More than a month after the film was released, his company's mailbox was full, and Sheng Guoer used a large storage box to carry letters for him time and time again.There are too many, but Ke Yu opened each one with great interest-just kidding, he has never played a role that makes the audience miss him so much.

After dismantling it, it was found that half of it was because Phytophthora could not be found, so he was asked to "confess" to the director.

The good news is that the other half is finally his.

Fans are cuter than fans.

Ke Yu knows that quite a few of her fans don't actually watch her movies, but they are very interested in her materials, endorsements, posters, gossip, and coffee spots, which is very strange.Fans said that when they saw the back, they started to cry inexplicably, sitting alone in a dark empty room and crying.

Some confessed to him, saying that their life is such a mess, which looks as beautiful as neon lights, but is actually a stagnant pool of white and boring life. Some wrote long film reviews, saying that everything beautiful, lustful, and dangerous Relationships and narration are both independent obsessions at night. As soon as the sun rises, everything disappears. The protagonist seems to be living on the right track, but in fact he is just sluggish and self-righteous consumption.

Some are not so pessimistic, saying that the movie is just trying to portray an essence, and the essence itself has no appraising or derogatory attributes, and finally pulled a long paragraph of existential exposition.

Ke Yu has always known that it is completely unfair to remove Shanglu from the copyright of this film.

A broken story about Fei Zi, a cliché about a low-level underground sex worker selling meat for the first time, a monologue and then writing flowers, one stone in the history of film can smash a hundred DVDs about this.

It is the genius of Phytophthora that illuminates this mediocre screen. The story of Fei Zai and Sister Fei, Fei Zai's identity setting, is just the most vulgar part of this story.

In the face of absolute genius, any talent is vulnerable.

So Tang Zhuo stayed in seclusion for a few days. During the day, the assistant director gritted his teeth and filmed, and shut himself in the room to read the script and watch the movie over and over again, and even had the idea of ​​changing the script.

If it wasn't because he was the one involved in this matter, Shanglu might not be willing to let go.

"I want a lawyer to come forward and apologize on my behalf."

"Sounds so arrogant."

"I saw it on the set before, and I have lost the best chance for reconciliation. Now that I have given up the copyright, this film will never have anything to do with me from now on, and it doesn't matter if I appear or not. The name Sean, no Appear on the screen again." Shang Lu smiled helplessly, "Otherwise, if we really meet, Tang Zhuo will think that I am playing him with you."

In the trembling typhoon, Ke Yu thought for a while, "No, you still have to see me."

He has a good sense of people, and knows that Tang Zhuo is talented and straightforward in nature, without those crooked and dirty backgrounds.

"Not only to meet, but also to sign your name back."

Shang Lu was slightly stunned, and then lightly refused: "I told you very clearly before, the right and wrong of this matter are not clear, and the only one who will suffer in the end will be you. I don't want to."

"I trust Tang Zhuo."