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Ling Qingyuan's memorial meeting will proceed to the free speech session, and everyone present can talk about his movies, life and so on.After Mudli's introductory remarks, he quickly gave the opportunity to speak to the people present.Guan Peng, who was also shortlisted for the Best Director Award, gave praise without hesitation, and analyzed several films from the perspective of shooting techniques and expressive connotations.Afterwards, Jia Fan, the veteran director of historical TV dramas, talked about the difficulty of sticking to one's heart under the wave of commercialization.

Most of the speakers' topics were positive, but the reporters who had been in ambush for a long time would not give face like this.An editor of the "Entertainment News" magazine, which specializes in negative news in the entertainment industry, saw the timing, grabbed the microphone and threw a bomb:

"Today, so many enthusiastic people from inside and outside the circle came to Director Ling's memorial meeting, and his soul in heaven must be gratified. Here, I have a small question. I don't know if you, Mr. Mu, as a close friend of Director Ling, can respond."

Mudli looked serious, stretched out his right hand, and gestured for him to please speak.

"It's a time when the prime of life dies young, which always brings great sorrow to the family. You are the host of this event. I wonder if you know whether his relatives are healthy after Director Ling left."

"Forgive me for not being able to answer this question. Qingyuan's private and family affairs are not part of today's commemorative event. I can only tell you that there is a reason why this event was led by me rather than his immediate family. "

Ling Qing, who was sitting in the corner, felt uncomfortable all over.He had a premonition that the reporter would not be so kind, and that question only opened a skylight for a dark room.

I only heard the reporter surnamed Tian Minglai say unrelentingly: "It's like this. As far as I know, Mr. Ling lived with his mother Qin Yin after his parents separated in 1990 until Ms. Qin passed away in [-]. I don't know if this news is true. , and it is not known whether his surviving father was informed of his son's death and how he reacted."

Mudli's face darkened: "As far as I know, Qingyuan and his father have been brought up by their mother after their parents divorced, and the father and son rarely contact each other and are emotionally alienated. I don't know if Mr. Ling knows this news, and it's not good. Judge his attitude."

"As I said just now, I hope you will stop pursuing topics that have nothing to do with the commemoration itself."

"I think it is very meaningful to find out the truth about Director Ling's death." Tian Lai said eloquently: "It has long been rumored on the Internet that Ms. Qin Yin committed suicide due to depression, and Director Ling also prescribed a large dose of prescription before his death. sleeping pills, which has been confirmed in the police's routine inspection of this house. I wonder if you, as a good friend of his, have any knowledge of this fact?"

Mudli's face was already dark.He suppressed his excitement and tried to remain calm and said: "Mr. Tian, ​​I don't know what you are implying. I don't care what you hear. As a reporter, you have to be responsible for what you say."

"Our "Entertainment News" has confirmed with the police, and I can also guarantee very responsibly that Director Ling's drug use is not hearsay." The reporter surnamed Tian aggressively said.

These few blunt confrontations made the commemorative activities that were originally calm and peaceful changed abruptly.Tian Lai's ambiguous probing clearly implied that Ling Qingyuan had the intention of committing suicide subjectively.

Those present began to whisper.It is not news that Ling Qingyuan lost his parents when he was a teenager.As for his mother's death, it was indeed suicide as the reporter said.This piece of news can be found by anyone who can use search engines to dig up black history and slobbery posts.

Ling Qingyuan clenched his fists tightly.He knows that all unnatural deaths can be created with countless possibilities, and people who spread topics always like to "kill" others in the way that is most beneficial to them.

Zhang Wen, the wife of Mudli, left the table and walked to her husband to remind him not to forget his role as the host, and to keep calm and restrain his emotions.

Another reporter next to the reporter surnamed Tian quickly turned on the recording on his mobile phone, and quietly said to Tian Lai: "Are you talking about guesswork, or is there some inside story? The dead are the most important. You can't just talk nonsense and make groundless rumors." Unpredictably raised his eyebrows, a taste of the first in the country, the only one in this family.

"You are a reporter from "Entertainment Trends". I know your magazine. It has always relied on fabricating news to gain attention." The producer Shao Lirong, who had been silent for the entire scene, suddenly stood up. He was probably in his early fifties. , with a shrewd face and short hair and beard.He said to the reporter behind him: "After nearly 20 years, if the mother has an accident, the son will have an accident. It is not serious or serious. It is a piece of nonsense. Your personal attacks without professional ethics can be stopped. .”

"Mr. Shao is right." Tian Lai seemed to be very good at drawing strength, he turned his head around and said, "Mother and son both died abnormally, or there is some internal connection. Not many people heard of it 20 years ago. I used to suffer from depression, but it’s different now... As far as I know, there should be a possibility that the mental state may affect each other among close relatives, or be inherited.”

"Reporter Tian, ​​please pay attention to your words. The director Ling I know is definitely not a person who wants to end his own life." Fang Wenjun got up and said: "When filming "The Return of the Soul", from time to time I heard him mention his next The department’s shooting plan. There are detailed plans and arrangements for a long time to come.”

"The filming is under a lot of pressure. Our actors only need to complete their roles. But the crew on the set, especially the director, need to worry about the whole process from the beginning to the end. Director Ling is a person who strives for excellence, and the huge workload often makes him exhausted Lao Li. You also said just now that sleeping pills are prescribed, and those of us who have dealt with Director Ling a lot know that he suffers from severe insomnia symptoms."

After Fang Wenjun finished speaking, many young actors beside him, including Peng Xiaoyun, nodded.

Cheng Lubai noticed that her brother was curled up with his head down, and he didn't know whether it was the pain in his abdomen or some other reason. He curled up into a ball as if to keep warm.Obviously it is summer, the season of sunshine and bustle.She put her hand on his knee joint with some worry, and he moved a little, pushing her hand away gently.

Cheng Lubai's girlish heart was a little hurt for her kind care and ungratefulness.She turned her head angrily, and turned her attention to the increasingly chaotic scene.It was not her wish that this person be commemorated by everyone today, so that the way of his death was nothing more than a pop-up news.So she cocked her feet and watched the direction of the confrontation without feeling guilty, her gaze flicked across the first and second rows from time to time.

She noticed sharply that Tan Yue had been adjusting the collar of his suit since just now.Although Cheng Lubai thought eccentrically that he was unnecessary, because no matter from which angle he looked at it, he was flawless.

"Excessive reliance on the efficacy of medicine may lead to drug abuse..." Tian Lai muttered and sat back, turned the pen in his hand, poked his hair, and bit his mouth again.

"Speaking of which, this year's Magnolia Awards is the third time for Mr. Ling to be nominated for the Best Director Award. It's a pity that the truth is revealed at this time." A fan standing in the back row whispered because he came late.Next to him happened to be an entertainment reporter from Qukan.com, a website that is also known for its unique views.I don't know if this Yuji knows some insider information, so he replied in a low voice: "People in the industry have a certain idea of ​​whether they will win the award or not, and who will win the award..."

"It's not just a score. If Director Ling knew in advance that he was shortlisted three times and eliminated three times, such a pity would be unreasonable for ordinary people." Tian Lai hummed softly.

Ling Qingyuan sat in the back row of the seats, but was facing the press seats and the standing row. He could hear the conversation clearly, and there was a wry smile on his lips—even he, the client, had to admire the ability of these pens to catch wind and shadows. It turned out they were right.

On the day he died, he learned that he missed the best director award for the third time.People who have always been calm and reserved will inevitably feel lost and hopeless.He was never used to letting relatives and friends share his sorrows, so he found a secluded and private place and got drunk.It was really not enjoyable, and I was called to the second meeting to drink away my worries.That place is the Daishan Yaju on the outskirts of the city, next to the Daixi Reservoir.

"I quite disapprove of some of the actions of you superficial media people," Xu Qin, a senior film critic, was very dissatisfied with the current off-topic discussion, and he said righteously: "...let everything be noble. Vulgarize things that need to be treated with silence, and make everything that needs to be treated with silence a hot spot or a joke.”

"What we are talking about today is the movie itself, the movie directed by Ling Qingyuan with the addition of qualifiers. I hope that the journalist friends here will not forget this joint and bring back the wild carriage."

Xu Qin has always been quick to talk, and some media people immediately expressed dissatisfaction with him for knocking down a large group of people: "Mr. Dessert."

Tian Lai continued what the media person said: "Mr. Xu Qin, I have already read the comment you posted on the Tengyun Portal. It is not inappropriate to compare Director Ling Qingyuan to the Van Gogh of the Chinese film industry. .But there is one thing I have a slight reservation about—”

"They are both extremely talented people, but I think there is no comparison between the two in terms of character, life, and even personality. It is an overgeneralization to compare only the fact that their works caused a sensation after they passed away... …Those who don't know will inevitably add random extensions, looking for Gauguin who is beside Director Ling."

Tian Lai said this sentence quite skillfully.From the expressions of the different guests at the seats, it can be seen that everyone has interpretations from different angles.Both Van Gogh and Gauguin were gifted, and it was inevitable that they would compete and admire each other in terms of creation.But the two will inevitably have intersections in life, take care of each other, and duel for women.There are even rumors that the two are not in harmony, and there are rumors that Van Gogh was actually unilateral...

What is Tian Lai implying.Does it imply that Ling Qingyuan also has a rival who he hates to death, or does it imply that his emotional direction is as unreasonable as Van Gogh?Ling Qingyuan's palms were slightly sweaty, and his head was dizzy.He reflexively glanced at the person standing in the front row, seeing that his expression did not waver at all, he felt at ease.Suddenly Ling Qingyuan felt that he was absurd, he had already changed his identity, as a dead person, why should he be afraid of others' words.

Or he was too pure, cherishing the pure white feathers, and could not tolerate slight slander.Just like he has always been too ideal, eager to be recognized by the mainstream group.But Ling Qingyuan knew very well in his heart that he was still not the mainstream...

Cheng Lubai sat restlessly on the chair, twisted his body a few times, turned sideways to his brother and asked, "Is everyone in Yuji so eloquent? It's a coincidence that the relevant and unrelated ones can be brought together."

"I thought you would call them poisonous tongues." Ling Qingyuan replied angrily.

"Pursuing and beating hard seems to be quite cheap, just like a paparazzi." Cheng Lubai went from here to there.Before she finished speaking, she let out a soft cry, and said pleasantly: "Tan Yue, he got up! Listen to him, no, let's see what he has to say!"

Ling Qingyuan also looked up, and saw that Tan Yue in the first row was slowly walking towards the small empty field in front of the screen, and stood about two meters away from the Mudli couple and turned around.He had earlier thought that Tan Yue was extremely talented, not only his appearance, but also his talent was favored by heaven.Of course, the facts quickly confirmed his thoughts. Ling Qingyuan knew that he, an alumnus from the Film Academy, was cast in a big-produced TV series right after he graduated.Unsurprisingly, the subsequent development went smoothly, and within a few years, the price rose so much that people couldn't bear to look directly at it.

The two have never formally worked together.Communication both privately and on set is pathetic.Ling Qingyuan naturally didn't have the money to hire such a big name, not to mention he was a person who never played the card of family and friendship.He jokingly said that his small-scale production of bitter scenes really couldn’t stand up to a shining idol Buddha, and the style of painting didn’t match—a face that was too eye-catching would make the audience ignore the connotation of the story and the direction of the plot.

As far as the relationship between the two is as pale as water, Ling Qing was surprised why Tan Yue would come to today's event.But he didn't even bother to wonder, when the great Buddha did it on a whim, or it was just an image project.

Tan Yue took the small microphone from Mudli, and at the same time fastened the second button of the suit jacket with his left hand.

"Until now, I have been quietly listening. From the moment I decided to attend director Qingyuan's memorial service, I was thinking about what I should say to him. I didn't know what to say along the way. Good. Because he is really a rich person, so rich that people will forget themselves. Perhaps this is the charm of "true" that the editor said."

"...I didn't think of it until just now, or I decided to say something to commemorate him and thank him." Tan Yue paused.Outside a large window in the living room is the overly bustling sun. The slightly outdated furniture in the room, script discs covering the entire wall, and a few piano scores scattered on the piano cover make people feel as if the owner is still living here. illusion.

When Tan Yue came forward together, people would mistakenly think that he was performing on stage or receiving an award.After turning around, his backlight was slightly lowered, and his head was slightly lowered, but everyone could clearly see his condolences.Even Ling Qingyuan felt that he should let go of his prejudices and invite him to act in his own work. After all, a person who can grasp emotions and drive emotions must be a good actor.

"The following paragraphs, I am not aiming at or commenting on anything. I am just expressing my feelings. I am ashamed to say that I am still quoting a sentence from the hero Yu Ke in "The Lonely Island."

"The choices I made are not particularly cowardly, nor braver than ordinary people. You have no right to ask me to explain anything. If you want me to confess here in the name of my former friendship, then I only have two words: in my heart. "

"Many things about Qingyuan are in his movies. If you want to understand the real him, you might as well study his works carefully. Instead of telling stories and confusing the public here."