from the star

"What have you been playing with Fang Wenjun recently?"

Tan Yue went back to post a Weibo at noon, and then threw away his tablet and his phone to hide on the sofa.Wu Dong knew about his itinerary, so he sneaked out of his busy schedule to watch the depressing movie again.As an assistant, I don't really like him collecting Dragon Balls.Taking Tan Yue's current situation as an actor, it is too willful to go out and post photos indiscriminately - it is easy to meet a large number of enthusiastic fans and cause riots.However, he gritted his teeth and endured it seeing that the actor only had such a little entertainment besides work.

Tan Yue was very impatient to see the assistant dangling in front of his eyes, so he waved his head covering to take a nap.Then...the phone rang and made such a big commotion that Tan Yue guessed that sooner or later someone would come to ask what happened.

"Mu Bian... as you can see. Watching a movie, right?" Tan Yue replied lazily.

"I still can't understand what you two are playing. Can I still be like your fan, really thinking that you and Wen Jun are showing affection together?" Mu Deli on the phone was so angry that he laughed.

"No way."

"Isn't it? There's a lot of news about your mutual love. The hot list is dominated by the two of you. In other words, the police have already finalized the cause of death, and there is insufficient evidence for homicide. Qingyuan committed suicide."

Tan Yue jumped up from the sofa.He feels that screenwriters are naturally good at playing with people.What is played in the play is a character, and you can see how Yuan Wu is played by Mu Deli in "The Return of the Soul".After the show came out, the screenwriter started to play him.He heard the faint voice on the phone saying "I thought you knew it" and suddenly became angry.

"Should I know. It wasn't me who called Qingyuan before he left. He encountered some difficulties, and it wasn't me who discussed it. He made a movie, what he was talking about, and why, you don't know better than me." Tan Yue punched the sofa with his fist, and was made hysterical by the undead Xianyun Yehe's tone on the other side of the phone.

From that person's accident to now, it has been a long time, and many things have happened.Among them, Tan Yue not only won the award, but also looks more glorious and has a bright future.Tan Yue felt that he could gradually dissipate some of his obsessions in peace.It should be possible……

Mu Deli no longer "youyou", but changed to a lyrical technique, and the empty valley echoed for a long time: "Yeah, I also think I should know better than you... Come here, Qingyuan family. I will replace him Give me a drink. Thank you."

The phone hung up before Tan Yue could respond, as if he had made up his mind that he would not refuse.

Tan Yue put down his phone, sulked for no reason and couldn't find an exit.He checked the background program and found that Weibo was still on that page.There are so many replies below that it makes ghosts and gods change their colors.

It was written on Weibo, "The second one, don't be too ostentatious @方文俊. I watched it again, and suddenly I didn't know what to say... Yuan Wu was finally free, he was released from prison. Your acting is really good. "Placed below is the movie ticket, and a group photo with the poster with a half-faced passer-by.

"Do you want to go out?"

"You haven't left yet?" Tan Yue shook his head, sat up from the sofa and straightened his wrinkled T-shirt and slacks.

As a competent assistant, Wu Dong is very innocent: "You didn't tell me to go. Are you going out again? I'll see you off." He glanced at Tan Yue's very friendly clothes and asked: "Do you need to go out?" Need a change of clothes."

Tan Yue didn't know where the sulking came from: "It's not going on a blind date." He took his sunglasses and said, "Let's go. It's to see Mu Bian. Yichun Garden Eighteen, you know."

Wu Dong could tell that Tan Yue was in a bad mood, and if he opened his mouth, he would be struck by lightning.The lightning rod of professional sensitivity told him not to ask why Tan Yue went to Yichun Garden instead of meeting screenwriter Mu.

Sitting in the car, Tan Yue asked Wu Dong nonchalantly: "If I post that kind of Weibo at noon, fans will think that Wen Jun and I got mixed up?"

"There are definitely more people who think hype is more than people who think there is love." Wu Dong glanced at the rearview mirror: "To be honest... Those who see love are purely overcompensated. You are flirting too openly, and there is obviously a conspiracy." Tan Yue After listening to it, he hummed casually: "If you can see it, it is not considered evil. Besides, not harming others is not considered conspiracy at all."

The 103th building of Yichun Garden is a jumping floor, and 203 and [-] are Ling Qingyuan's house.Tan Yue didn't go through the iron gate in the corridor, but stepped over the low fence like visiting an old friend, and entered directly from the small garden in the south.The sliding door from the garden to the living room was unlocked, and Tan Yue opened it a little rudely to enter.

"You really look like a master." Tan Yue saw Mudli walking down the wooden stairs in slippers, holding a large kraft paper envelope in his hand.Since the memorial meeting, the first floor of Ling's house has been restored to its original appearance, and it seems that it is cleaned by people from time to time, so it is spotless.

"You don't have to be jealous of me because I have a key." Moudley pointed to the sofa and motioned him to sit down. There was no wine on the coffee table in front of the sofa, only a bottle of water with a few slices of lemon floating in it and two glasses.

Tan Yue was still standing in the hall without sitting down. Watching Mudley filling two cups with lemonade, he felt that something was tickling him: "Aren't you going to buy me a drink for him? Drink water ?”

"Tan Yue...Actually, we haven't talked openly and honestly."

After hearing this sentence, Tan Yue felt that he could no longer maintain the last bit of politeness towards this respectable screenwriter, a senior from the same school.He heard the other party urging him to sit down again, just like the owner of this room, the breath he held in his heart came out like a steam engine.

"Editor Mu, what are we talking about? Just now on the phone, you first talked about me and Wen Jun making this film. Yes, I wanted to make his film popular. Then you suddenly said that Qingyuan committed suicide, and the police Confirmed, the case has been closed. Editor Mu, as a screenwriter, the turning point of what you want to express is too abrupt."

"Also, if you buy me a drink for Qing Yuan, I don't care how many times you have cooperated, how many years you have partnered, or even how much iron you have...you can't replace him."

"Sit down first." Mudli slowly pushed the water glass to the opposite side and said, "Wait a minute... If you want to drink, I will definitely fill it up for you."

Tan Yue didn't sit down until he was smooth.Mudli rubbed his hands on the opposite side, clenched his fists and separated them, as if he was conceiving where to start the story.The two of them didn't look at the other, and they were silent for a long time before a voice broke the silence.

"Tan Yue, thank you for helping to promote "Return of the Soul". I sincerely, and the crew also thank you from the bottom of my heart. As long as you feel that it is okay to encounter a little trouble, your agency Fei De will not blame you for wanton behavior, I will Naturally, he didn't stop him." Mudli supported the coffee table with both hands, and straightened his upper body.

Seeing the attitude on the other side, Tan Yue suddenly didn't know what to say.He just moved his lips without saying a word.

"Although I think...Qingyuan may think that there is no need for this kind of publicity, and there is no need to make a lot of fanfare for his film. Because this kind of noise, if it is not out of genuine appreciation, it will be too lonely." Mudli glimpsed Looking at Tan Yue's face, I felt like I added: "Sorry, don't blame me for saying that Qingyuan is a single-minded person. From the perspective of actual profit, I don't think you...do anything unnecessary."

"You know him, you're right. If you want to talk about things...you're right." Tan Yue closed his eyes, and his tone was a bit bleak.

"Tan Yue, it's true when I say open and honest. Seeing what you have said and done these days, I wonder if there are some things that should be explained clearly to you." The radiant man who attracted the most attention said with discretion: "Qing Yuan's departure, I believe you are the one who is more sad than me."

"I tell you plainly in the name of my wife and son that Qingyuan is my best friend in this life, a buddy who risked his life, that's all. Everything I do is based on this, what I know about him, It's also because of...classmates, loyalty and friendship."

Tan Yue opened his eyes. He put aside the superficial politeness, and there was a touch of alienation, precaution, suspicion and questioning in his eyes.He vaguely guessed the intention of Mudli's words, and simply kept silent without answering.

Mudli didn't mind the lack of feedback from the other side, and continued to sing a one-man show: "Let's talk about the cause of Qingyuan's death. The police ruled that it was suicide. The mobile phone call records I provided and the connection situation that night, they judged that the evidence was insufficient."

As Mudli spoke, he busily opened the large cowhide envelope in his hand just now, took out several copies, and spread the materials on the coffee table.Tan Yue looked over and saw the bills for the funding of several films.

"That's my recent recalculation. I also recently calculated the box office breaks and losses of several of his films."

"The first "Passing Water" was conceived by him when he was in college, and it took two years to complete the filming after graduation. The funds were the inheritance of his mother, Ms. Qin Yin, and the money he earned from part-time jobs when he was in college. Part of it, and some students help."

Tan Yue was a little puzzled why he started from these old calendars, but he still listened quietly.

""Passing Water" happened to be appreciated by the film selection staff of the Cannes Film Festival and made the film program of the film festival. Qingyuan came back and told me that he met Xie Weize at the film festival. He appreciated his perspective and gave him 500 million support He chose his own subject to make a film, and that's how he got the second "Lonicera."

Tan Yue said lightly: "Mr. Xie usually invests in directors and filmmakers with potential. This is a good story in the circle."

"That's right, but after the second film came out, I was unlucky. It won the Oscar but it still hasn't been released. The funding gap for this film is a problem, so there is no room for further filming. I originally wanted to persuade Qing Yuan to sign the contract. The director, because at that time a production company contacted us and was willing to pave the way for the filming and distribution of the script."

"He must have not agreed." Tan Yue had no doubts.

"Yeah, he was not yet 30 years old at that time, so young. It was the most uncomfortable thing for him not to be able to shoot the subjects he wanted to shoot." Mudli nodded, and continued: "Later, I met another Investor. He supports Qingyuan to film the stories he is interested in, and provides funds without restriction. That's why "Island", "Inviolence" and "Return of the Soul" came out."

Even though Tan Yue was emotional, he didn't believe rationally that an investor could continue to invest regardless of box office profits, and asked instead: "Such a good thing?"

Mudli looked gloomy: "Yes. Investors don't care about specific themes, and they don't have too many constraints. They don't even ask about the shooting process and casting. There is no need for credits at the end of the film, and they have never appeared on the set."

"Qingyuan has never revealed who it is?"

"That person in Qingyuan, as long as the funds are in place and he can concentrate on making movies, he doesn't care about other chores. After all, with Mr. Xie in front of him, there will always be people who like his movies and pure screen art. He." Mudli sighed and continued: "I found out that the investor's name is Wang Chao after looking through his original bill, and it's really a big common name that Baidu can produce tens of millions."

Tan Yue said without thinking: "From my own point of view, I actually think it's good for someone to praise his film, regardless of what the audience is for. So, someone voted for his film anonymously... I understand. "

Muddli finished speaking on his own: "Later, the investors suddenly withdrew their capital, and "Little Duoduo" encountered difficulties. Some previous movies did not do well at the box office, and some old debts were accumulated, and it was rumored that the best director award Falling news."

Tan Yue heard him pull the timeline closer, and asked nervously, "What do you mean?"

"From the police's point of view, it's a sufficient motive for suicide. But why, in my opinion, it's too coincidental, as if all the chess pieces have been gathered together and finally made a move." Mudli leaned on the sofa in distress, and said gloomily If it is neither serious nor serious: "It is estimated that Qingyuan himself does not know how he died."

Tan Yue held the lemonade he hadn't taken a sip of, and the heat in his palm coated the cold cup with water droplets: "If it was a man-made homicide, the background motive of Qing Yuan's suicide was deliberately created before the murder. And after his death Later, he hyped up the media, publicized his suicidal intentions, and hijacked public opinion, which can be described as sinister intentions. He murdered him and pretended to commit suicide. Murdered him a second time."

Muddli sighed: "People have been persuaded by all kinds of gossip and rumors. It is not easy to clarify the truth."

Mudli sat up straight and said earnestly: "Tan Yue, I sincerely thank you for your promotion for "Return of the Soul". You raised your arms and even made it hard to get tickets for some shows. Your Weibo is better than a crew's The post-stage publicity is effective. Let’s not say how the box office will end up, but optimistically, it should not end dismal, or even have a small profit.”

"That's enough, Tan Yue, you've done enough. You made his works attract the attention of the world. Although it's noisy, it's what he deserves in his life."

"Mu Bian, what do you want to say." Tan Yue realized that there was something in his words, so he stopped him from asking in circles.

"Tan Yue, you have to know that Qing Yuan is no longer here." Mu Deli looked into Tan Yue's eyes and threw out every word: "You have been watching him for so many years, but he has been looking at other scenery .Sorry...I didn't persuade him to turn around, maybe I shouldn't tell you..."

"But do you want me to repeat your acceptance speech at the Magnolia Awards? Who are you waiting for all these years? The person you were waiting for has really left."

After hearing Mudli's heartfelt words, Tan Yue suddenly understood that he called himself here today to make himself look away.He suddenly couldn't bear the burden of his thoughts, and lowered his sad head: "You told me this today, have you ever thought that I have always been jealous of you?"

"When you were in college, you two were inseparable from the director department. Qingyuan people are very smart, very smart, but they only have one heart. Brother Mu, you..."

Mudli heard that classmate Tan Yueyi was young, so he smiled relaxedly and took up the conversation: "I'm relatively stupid, but I have more eyes."

"Everyone who knows you knows it. It's a stupid name that makes you stupid."

Talking about the past, Mouldli missed it even more: "If you don't tell me, I will almost forget it. My old classmates call me Lao Ma. No trick, who always makes them think Madrid is more comfortable. Now that I think about it, I have to thank them for not calling me I’m Western Banya. Let me say, little junior from the acting department, you’ve spent a lot of time inquiring about these trivial matters, but it’s hard to remember it now.”

"He never made fun of you. So you're especially friendly with him?"

Mudli took out a cigarette, but didn't light it.The work of the screenwriter's dead brain cells made him sacrifice to the Lung King Temple when thinking about the story.But right now, he just put it under his nose and sniffed: "How are we doing? I've puzzled you for a long time." Seeing Tan Yue nodding, he smiled and said, "I don't know exactly how. Maybe it's just two words." , hit it off. It’s similar to meeting a partner who can match the show, and the words echo.”

"It's not just as simple as hitting it off."

"Well, I haven't mentioned that yet. When I went to film school, I thought I could be a comedian at first, then I thought I could be a director of comedy films, and then I found out that I couldn't even write a comedy film. Yuan turned on the path of no return in the miserable world. But I am willing. I told him, brother has done so much for you, you have to make up for something. He agreed very readily. Later I asked him to be my best man, and he still agreed Very refreshing."

Hearing Mudli's understatement, Tan Yue didn't know what triggered Tan Yue's anger. He stood up holding the glass, and sprinkled water all over his body: "You actually asked him to be your best man, do you know..."

Looking at Tan Yue's angry eyes, Mudli quickly sat back and said, his buttocks were embedded in the sofa: "I know, I told him clearly! I told him more than ten years ago!"

"I told you, don't hate me. I treat him as my own brother, and I can still save my life. He... What do you think, guess what, he didn't say it clearly. He is just like this, suffocated to death. But We must agree, how much to pay, where the line is, and we have a bottom line."

Tan Yue almost gritted his teeth: "So I'm jealous of you..."

"What's the use of being jealous of me. I owe him my whole life, it's too heavy, and I can't afford it. But that fool thought he owed me more, and he didn't want to cause trouble until he died. Who knows where he is What trouble did you cause, maybe you suffocated yourself to death."

Tan Yue felt that he couldn't help beating someone up.He reached across the table to grab Mudli's top skirt, but Mudli didn't hide, and the two of them stood on both sides of the table like a bridge.

"And you don't owe him anything, you don't need to do so much for him. Tan Yue, your achievements are obvious to all, and you still have a long way to go. Don't be attached to a shadow."

"You came to me today to talk about this?" Tan Yue withdrew his hands coldly and sat back.

Mudli panted and rubbed his neck, which was strangled by the collar, and said gently: "Two sentences. One is that Qing Yuan was convicted of committing suicide. I don't believe it, and I don't want to believe it. The second is that I hope you get out. Forget about him, he's gone."

"Editor Mu, I think you have a professional habit, and you like to decide the fate of the characters in your works too much. I also have two words, one is to do what I want to do, and the other is that he is not a shadow, but a lamp."