dear dreamer

After a long, long time, Deng Tingge told Luo Hengqiu that your sentence "doesn't count" was too much, and it still counted.Luo Hengqiu smiled and said: Your words are also very hurtful, why do you ask me if it counts?Do you think it counts?

At that moment, Deng Tingge didn't have the ability to predict. He only knew that his brother had rejected him, and the place that had been pried open just now closed nervously.He stood in the sun, like standing in a fire, his whole body was hot, but his inside felt cold.

Luo Hengqiu didn't say another word, and walked out straight away.He thought that Deng Tingge was still following him, and when he was about to reach the parking place, he looked back and found that Deng Tingge had gone in another direction, and soon turned around the intersection and disappeared.

Luo Hengqiu stood under the shade of a tree and shook out another cigarette.It's just that before the fire was lit, the old man with a red armband on the side of the road who was maintaining traffic rushed over fiercely.

Grandpa: "Smoking is strictly prohibited!"

Luo Hengqiu: "I haven't..."

Uncle: "I can't smoke if I want to, do you have public morality, huh?!"

Luo Hengqiu smiled as if begging for mercy, took off the cigarette and held it between his fingers.

He was not stupid enough to think that Deng Tingge was really interested in him.He has also known many similar people, and many of them do not only like men like him.Some people come here out of curiosity, some people come here purely to satisfy their desires, and some people think it’s okay to try, get out of bed, get dressed, and stand in the sunlight, they are very normal ordinary people.They can continue to live the lives of ordinary people: marry a wife and have children, get promoted and raise their salary; occasionally they can't help but come out to play again, and quietly take off the ring on their left hand.

Luo Hengqiu understood such a person, but he didn't want to get involved.The romance in the student days was interrupted because he had to return to China, and he met Kong Yu shortly after returning.Kong Yu's excessive initiative made him overwhelmed, so he could only simply refuse.

After all, as soon as he came back here, he would think of Deng Tingge and the streets and alleys they walked through on bicycles when they were in high school.

Memories are truly ingrained and cannot be pulled out.It grows down day by day, firmly grasping the cortex of the myocardium, and it will hurt when pulled out.

Luo Hengqiu thought to himself, he was joking, he was just on a whim, he didn't understand anything.After talking about it a few times, my mood subtly improved.There was no need to smoke the cigarette, so he threw it into the trash can, turned around and got into the car.

After Deng Tingge went back, he was devastated.The roommates went back to school to pack their things between filming, and a few of them went out to eat. Deng Tingge drank too much, and on the way back, he suddenly squatted on the ground and refused to leave.The roommates pulled him, but he didn't move, looking at a car on the side of the road from a distance.

After watching for a long time, he stood up as if suddenly realizing: "The number plate is wrong."

Roommate: "???"

The dream also became more and more clear.The self in the dream is always wearing a high school uniform, childish and ridiculous.Luo Hengqiu sometimes waved at him with his finger on the trumpet, and sometimes stopped him at the entrance of the canteen and asked him to buy himself a bottle of Coke.However, most of the time when Luo Hengqiu walked beside him, he was in suits and leather shoes. Deng Tingge felt that he was tall and mature.And there is nothing redeeming about myself in my bloated tracksuit.

To be honest, after thinking about it later, he was not surprised by Luo Hengqiu's direct "doesn't count".

Luo Hengqiu was very kind to him, and when he recalled carefully, those eyes and movements were filled with different emotions.If it started from high school to the present, how could it become "not counted" in just a few days.

Deng Tingge couldn't figure it out, and couldn't find a senior love expert to discuss it.He only knew that he missed Luo Hengqiu even more than before.I want to see him, I want to talk to him, I want to see him show various expressions because of me, I want to get closer to him.

Liu Haojun said this, this is love, and I feel the same about Nian Shuang.

Deng Tingge did not refute him this time.

Liu Haojun: "By the way, who exactly do you want to see?"

He kept silent, biting the drumstick, not daring to meet Liu Haojun's eyes.

Chen Yiping's assistant contacted him a few days later.Deng Tingge tidied himself up a little, and went out to see the worker with his energy.

He went to the entrance of the studio and saw Lu Zhixia by accident.

"Hi." Lu Zhixia tied up her hair, wearing a shirt and shorts, looking very capable and lively.

Deng Tingge quickly apologized to her, and the father and daughter who had been separated for several years finally recognized each other.

Lu Zhixia expressed his understanding of him forgetting himself: "It's normal. I gave you flowers when you left the exam room after the college entrance examination, and you didn't recognize me at all. It's only been a year, and I understand you." brain capacity."

Deng Tingge smiled awkwardly.He didn't even remember the fact that the girl gave him flowers after the college entrance examination, let alone the girl's face.

Chen Yiping's assistant soon came and took the two into the studio.The studio was divided into many functional areas, and the two walked into a room where many people were already seated.The men in the room were all smoking. Lu Zhixia frowned slightly when he walked to the door, but quickly adjusted his expression, and waved to Chen Yiping, who was also smoking fiercely.

Chen Yiping seemed to be familiar with her, and nodded to Deng Tingge as a greeting, and nodded casually, letting the two sit down by themselves.

Several people in the room were sitting around Chen Yiping, and the table in the middle was covered with many sheets of densely written paper.There were words written on the whiteboard behind Chen Yiping. Through the smoke, Deng Tingge saw two large Chinese characters: Jiuyuan.

"This one can't be written." The middle-aged man wearing glasses scratched his Mediterranean-style hairstyle, grabbed a piece of paper and said, "It will definitely not pass the review. Have you forgotten the lesson of last year's "Mountain of People"?"

""Human Mountain and Human Sea" is because it mentioned the killing of Red Guards, which is not mentioned here." The person sitting across from him grabbed the piece of paper and patted it on the table, "This plot is too important, it is the change of Jiu Yuan from a positive youth. The key to being misanthropic. It cannot be changed, it must not be changed.”

Another man, biting a cigarette, said, "That's not what I said. The cause of the long-term change is the death of his fiancée. As for how his fiancée died, there is no need to put it on..."

"Is this called a trick?" The man hurriedly interrupted him, "If you don't behave like this, how can you exaggerate the sense of tragedy?"

Another person then shouted: "What kind of tragedy do you want? We are grinding this thing here today to pass the trial! But the trial is really a fucking tragedy."

The audience was silent, the men smoked fiercely and discussed in low voices.

Deng Tingge and Lu Zhixia looked at each other, probably understanding that this was a script revision discussion meeting.Before the script is formed, actors are rarely invited to participate in the discussion, and the two of them don't know what medicine is sold in Chen Yiping's gourd, so they have to listen quietly.

After listening to it for more than half an hour, Deng Tingge finally understood what the discussion was about.

Zhong Xing's information was not accurate enough. His so-called secret drama was called "Long Yuan", which was a movie that Chen Yiping had put a lot of effort into preparing for the past two years. The protagonist of "Jiu Yuan" is a young poet whose pen name is "Jiu Yuan". He is young, full of vitality, active and full of hope for life.However, during the ten-year catastrophe of the last century, both Jiuyuan and his fiancée suffered great injuries. The young girl died in the cowshed with Jiuyuan's child, and Jiuyuan closed it with the suicide note written by his best friend before committing suicide Doors and windows, lit a pot of poor quality charcoal.

Deng Tingge's heart rolled a series of shit.

Not to mention the fact that this movie has been aired, it is impossible to even pass the review.

Chen Yiping and his screenwriting team have submitted two scripts, both of which were rejected on the grounds of "incorrect ideology" or "more serious political mistakes".They plan to submit for review for the third time, and this is also the last chance for the script to pass the review.

The script discussion ended with more and more heated arguments.Chen Yiping kept quiet most of the time, and occasionally looked up at the two young actors who were gradually listening carefully.

"Stop arguing, let's shift the focus." Chen Yiping said, "The previous two scripts focused on the comparison between life before and after. This time I tried to change it and pay attention to the changes in long-term feelings. Through His emotions change to reflect the background of the times."

Chen Yiping threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

"Understood? That period of history is just the background, and we have to focus on people. It's people, not the disaster itself. "Mountain of People" failed the trial because it overplayed the blood and violence. "Fireworks" passed the trial and could It was released because its direction is very accurate. This is what I want."

The screenwriters were silent and all looked up at Chen Yiping.

"I must shoot this story." Chen Yiping said, "The part about Jiu Yuan and his best friend in the script can't be ignored."

"Then how do you write it?" Someone among the screenwriters said, "That letter is not a suicide note, it's a love letter at all."

"Just write like that." Chen Yiping made the final decision, "Write about feelings, write about people, don't always talk about disasters and catastrophes. The old leaders at the top are not happy about it."

After the lengthy script discussion meeting, Deng Tingge and Lu Zhixia went outside in the corridor to breathe.Both of them felt that the capillaries in their bodies were filled with the smell of second-hand smoke.

He went back after he had breathed out, but Chen Yiping had already left with the other screenwriters at some point.

Deng Tingge: "...forgot about us?"

Lu Zhixia: "Really..."

Chen Yiping's assistant came out and apologized hastily, and asked the two to come back tomorrow to communicate directly with Chen Yiping.It didn't matter to Deng Tinge, anyway, he had nothing to do there, so it was a pleasure to get a close look at the forming process of the script he might be shooting.

When Lu Zhixia walked out of the studio with him, he said, "Are you free soon? Let's have a meal and chat."

Deng Tingge said yes.

Lu Zhixia immediately took out his mobile phone to make a call, chatted on twitter for a long time, then turned his head and said to him excitedly: "I'll take you to a place. A friend of mine is over there. Let me introduce you."

Deng Tingge nodded.

"He is also having dinner with an acquaintance. You still know his acquaintance." Lu Zhixia said, "Do you still remember Senior Brother Luo Hengqiu? The handsome guy who played the trumpet that you used to always follow behind him."

Deng Tingge: "...Who is your friend? Kong Yu?"

Lu Zhixia was a little surprised: "How do you know?"

Deng Tinge: "Where are they? Go, go!"