The burden of true and false idols

Time flies, and the filming has entered the final stage.In the past few days, all the staff have been exhausted. In order to keep the actors' emotions constant, they almost shot continuously.

Xiao Fu found that Xu Wang was very approachable, and he was not at all proud of his achievements.

There are many popular artists who set limits everywhere in the contract before shooting. They must stipulate the daily shooting time limit, ensure enough rest, and ask for leave at any time...

Xu Wangtong does not have these problems.

After taking the play, he became a part of this work, willingly contributing to the work and working hard to shape the characters.Don't need a substitute, don't need to borrow a seat, and do everything that should come by yourself.Not to mention adjusting the schedule several times to match the shooting of the movie.

Seeing that Xu Wang was leaning against the door to solve problems for the actors in the same group, his appearance was cool and cool, and he didn't feel like he was thousands of miles away. It only made people think that he was noble and well-bred, and Xiao Fu was a little envious.

Xu Wang is a very personable man.

The phone vibrated in his pocket, Xiao Fu looked away, smiled gently after seeing the caller ID, and went to a secluded place holding the phone.

Xu Wang inadvertently adjusted his gaze and saw his back as he was leaving.

After a long time, Xu Wang walked over to Xiao Fu's side.

It was almost dusk, and the thin twilight covered his body, reflecting his side face, handsome nose bridge, and clean thin lips.

Xu Wang always knew that he was good-looking, so he calmly admired the picture in front of him.

Xiao Fu talked seriously on the phone, but he didn't see him.

Xu Wang didn't need to get too close to hear Xiao Fu singing clearly.

He was holding the phone, smiling, and singing a moving song to the other end of the phone.

Xu Wang had never heard that song before, and felt that it had a sense of the age, but the lyrics were sweet and touching, really like a love song.

Xu Wang couldn't help but sink his heart a little bit.

The setting sun painted Xiao Fu's body more indulgently, and the rays of light on his eyelashes were like waves, emitting a moist light.

Seeing Xiao Fu squinting his eyes happily, Xu Wang said in a deep and pleasant voice: "Does it sound good? Alright, I'll see you when I'm free. Well, I got it, I will pay attention to my body."

Xu Wang listened indifferently to the patience and warmth in his voice, unaware that he had stood there for a long time.

Xiao Fu hung up the phone, turned his head, and saw him standing there with a gloomy face, a little surprised: "Brother, when did you come?"

Xu Wang looked at him, and the golden afterglow came into his eyes, as if the gloom just now was just an illusion of Xiao Fu, he smiled and said decently: "The next scene is my highlight. Do you want to come and see it?"

Xiao Fu's eyes lit up: "Of course."

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Walking out of the café, out of that suffocating place, with the cloying taste of caramel macchiato still in my stomach.Luo Jun walked extremely fast. He saw his shadow flashing past from the glass window on the side of the road, almost as if he had escaped.

The man who was the father stared at him coldly, and his words were so forceful and unquestionable.

"Please take responsibility as a man, and don't add your own pain to others. I ask you to stay away from my daughter. She is pure and kind, and is different from you."

Tut tut.Look, how full of justice and admiration this loving father is for his beloved daughter.

He made an impassioned speech, and his powerful words hit Luo Jun's heart like a thunderbolt.He invited someone to the coffee shop on his own, ordered caramel macchiato for him, and indulged in the glory of his fatherly love.

But what Luo Jun likes is ice American style.He was also tired of seeing this indifferent man pretending to be warm-hearted.

He stood up and drank the glass of macchiato in one gulp, holding the porcelain white cup with his slender fingers, his expression was dignified and distant: "Isn't everything about me inherited from you? The viciousness in my nature, Isn't it disgusting because of your blood?"

Luo Jun slightly bent his mouth, bent down, took out 98 yuan from his wallet, the price of a glass of macchiato on the menu, and placed it neatly on the corner of the table.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

He walked away lightly, completely obliterating the livid face of the middle-aged man behind him.But as soon as he left the coffee shop, the cold wind hit his cheeks, which melted like ice.

He didn't cry.It was the wind that cried by itself.

The wind was crying so loudly, whining and blowing in his ears, getting louder and fiercer.

Luo Jun felt that he was running and running.When he reached No Man's Land, he couldn't bear it anymore.A huge emotion surged out of his chest, and it was so violent that he staggered left/right. He roared, tearing the air helplessly, and opened his mouth in vain.

He spit out blood, spit out a fireball of grief and despair, and watched it fall on a barren sandy ground, burn for a moment, and died quickly in the cold wind.

Bitter cold wind poured into his clothes from all directions, freezing his body stiff, and the night was like a heavy pot cover, enveloping him with a bang, and there was a loud clang and clang in his ears, which was the loud noise made by the violent trembling of iron sheets.

Only then did he realize that he had climbed into the back seat of a large truck at some point.

The branches hit the car board, making a rustling sound.The trees on the side of the road poured into his nostrils with a pungent dusty smell.

Luo Jun stood up, stood on the car, staggered and looked behind the car.From time to time, there is a sharp sound of tires scraping the road. This city is busy and numb. Maybe you can look down and see the blood that has not yet been washed on the road.

Luo Jun didn't want to die.The blood was smelly and dirty.

He stood there for a long time until he could no longer see the lights of the city.With the wind stinging his ears and his hands stiff with cold, he staggered to the front of the car, climbed up, and tapped on the window glass.

The driver looked at the person lying on the glass in horror, and opened his mouth in bewilderment.

Luo Jun smashed the glass even harder and shouted: "Stop!"

The driver held the steering wheel tightly: "Who are you? What are you going to do? I have no money!"

Maybe he regarded Luo Jun as a bad guy.The driver accelerated in an attempt to get rid of the gangster.

Luo Jun, however, lay firmly on the car. He is a person who knows how to put on a face by nature, and this time is no exception.

His expression was innocent, like a child: "I am a person from a planet called SOLITUDE, and it is my first time to come to Earth. Could you please stop?"

The uncle driver didn’t know what SOLITUDE meant, but a big living person suddenly climbed up from the edge of his window glass at night, he was almost scared out of his wits, his lips were trembling, and he couldn’t say anything. Come.

The car stopped.

Luo Jun's appearance is too deceptive.Even if he was lying on top of the glass, his posture was unrestrained and handsome, just like the leading actors in those blockbuster action movies.

His hair was flying in the wind, but it didn't look messy at all, but carried a breath of freedom.Those eyes in the dark night shone with a faint luster, as deep as distant stars.

The driver had never seen such a good-looking person, and he believed his nonsense in a panic, and said in surprise: "Aliens have come to the earth?"

Luo Jun smiled charmingly: "Yes. I am SOLITUDE star number 1111X."

The driver covered his mouth, swallowed the screaming, and asked him cautiously: "What is the purpose of your coming to Earth?"

Luo Jun was taken aback, and slowly revealed a meaningful smile, and said softly, "For the sake of judging myself."

After he jumped out of the car and ran to the road, the uncle driver saw him wearing an army green bomber jacket and dark jeans from the rearview mirror, which was obviously a young man's attire, so he came back and cursed severely. : "You little bastard lied to me!"

Luo Jun ran back along this road, which was on a bridge with a river underneath.

Under the sound of the wheels that symbolize the development of human civilization, the river is whimpering and flowing slowly.

Luo Jun jumped down and walked to the bottom of the bridge hole.The river water was unexpectedly odorless and unpolluted, and it could even evoke his past memories.

There was a row of lights on the river bank, but several bulbs were broken due to disrepair.

He leaned against the rough stone wall of the bridge hole and sat on the muddy ground, watching the river whose water flow was decreasing year by year.

Before the reconstruction of the old town, he and Yu Mi often played here.On one side of the river, there is a piece of sand, and not far from here, maybe at the foot, there is a small oasis.

The sand dunes are high, overlooking everything around.The top is flat, just like a small plain.On the sandy land next to the river, this is the only place where incredible green flows out.

The wind from the river blew, the water gurgled over the stones, Luo Jun closed his eyes.

He remembered that the grass was green there, and several birds would suddenly fly out of the bushes, singing there, weaving swings with wild vines, and playing hide-and-seek tirelessly.

Without blankets, everyone lay straight on the grass, their little ones blinded by the thick branches and seeing only shimmering fragments of the blue sky.

Later, the oasis was pushed down and all the sand was dug away.But it often flashes in dreams.

He is extremely lonely and often returns here.What can be seen is always nothing but devastation, no green, no remnants.