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Shen Zui rubbed his eyes, feeling somewhat puzzled in sleepiness.

Yan Mingyang had another convulsion.

Soon, Shen Zui came to a conclusion.

The lunch break is precious and short, and Shen Zui impatiently pulls up his little quilt.

He threw the phone aside and fell asleep again.

The afternoon sun was uncharacteristically bright and the forecast called for rain tonight.

Pei Yan took a special look at Shen Zui when he was working, and then sat down behind the machine.

"Director Pei, what's the problem?" Shen Zui felt a little awkward.

"How do you feel now?" Pei Yan asked.

"It's okay." Shen Zui thought for a while, "I'm a little dizzy in the morning, and I'll be fine after taking a nap at noon."

"Okay." Pei Yan didn't intend to care too much about Shen Zui, "While the weather is still sunny, I'll film all of your scenes this afternoon."

Shen Zui frowned for a while, and only after a while did he vaguely understand what was going on.

It turned out that Pei Yan was afraid that I was not in good shape.

Yan Mingyang's way of caring and probing is really unique.

Shen Zui flipped through the script in his hand, lowered his head and hummed.

Xiao Zuo hurriedly got up.He seemed to be experiencing a dazzling landslide in his heart, but he couldn't show it at all on his face.

The woman in the red dress took out a stack of old-fashioned, threaded notebooks from the drawer, and made a random tick, "We have canceled the account."

Judging from the old and damaged cover, it was a ledger.Xiao Zuo glanced at the small wooden ornaments on the table, "Where are you going to take Lan Xiang to work?"

The woman in the red dress didn't even lift her head.She lit a cigarette and sneered nonchalantly.

Running out of the small western-style building where the woman in the red dress lived, Xiao Zuo's blood boiled with an inexplicable force, and it wasn't all bad.

His cheeks were flushed and his forehead was steaming. After running for a while, his pace slowed down.

After noon, the villages and towns are extremely quiet, and everything is as usual as usual.

Xiao Zuo stood in the middle of the dirt road for a while, with a brook gurgling beside him.The wet season is approaching, the water flow is fast, abundant and clear, and even the messy and ruined withered grass seems to be floated alive.

When he returned home, Xiao Zuo's complexion was as usual, and his breathing was already calm.Grandpa is basking in the sun in the backyard.

On the slate table was the little ornament with seventy to eighty percent carvings.As soon as Xiao Zuo's eyes touched, he immediately moved away.There was a restrained fragile struggle in his expression.

There was a well in the yard, and Xiao Zuo threw the ornament into it.

The upright and fair sun illuminated every inch of land at a glance, and he was as calm as if he was destroying corpses.

"Crack."

Shen Zui woke up from the play.

"This one is over." Pei Yan waved his hand across the air.

The old actor who played the role of grandpa next to him smiled and stood up from the reclining chair, "Mr. Shen, you really deserve your reputation."

Shen Zui was startled, hurriedly said politely, "Don't dare to be that."

"If today's scene was performed by someone else," the old drama bone patted Shen Zui's shoulder, "I would have to spend another hour under the sun if I didn't say anything."

Intoxicated in front of outsiders has always been well-behaved and sensible.He smiled, "The teacher is too good."

"When I get back to Beijing, I will praise you to Lao Xia," said the old Xi Gu.

"Teacher Xia?" Shen Zui was stunned for a while, and then remembered that this old actor seemed to have acted in Xia Rusen's play.

It is said that he is an old acquaintance of Pei Yan's father, and he has watched Pei Yan grow up, and this time he came here to help.

"The last time I saw Lao Xia," Lao Xi Gu sighed, "He talked to me about "Lose Temperature", and he said that he always felt that he owed you a leading role."

The next few scenes are Luan Wei's.Shen Zui sat under the parasol next to him, in a daze.

To be honest, if the person who was intoxicated in those years as a matchmaker wasn't Liu Heng, he might have been mentally unbalanced long ago.

Liu Heng has a prominent family background, deep roots and extensive connections in the literary and film circles.He is a true actor with both ability and political integrity, and is recognized by everyone as a seedling who will carry the banner of a generation of literary and artistic films.

And intoxication is just a wild seed dug out by Xia Rusen from the backcountry.

Pei Yan praised him fundamentally to make money from him; the literary and art circles accepted him because he was a competent "green leaf" actor.

Without the support of Liu Heng and Xia Rusen, he might have to fight for the role of "Green Leaf" for Shen Zui.

He never hated Liu Heng.But he knew very well that he was no worse than Liu Heng.

The sky gradually became cloudy, and the monstrous mountain wind blew the sun down.

"Intoxicated." Pei Yan called him.

Shen Zui came back to his senses and found that Luan Wei's scene had already been filmed.

"My turn?" He stood up.

"It's going to rain today." Pei Yan said, "According to the announcement, you still have a scene this afternoon. But if you think it's too late, you can do it later."

Shen Zui: "After that?"

"It's still raining tomorrow, so I guess we won't be able to shoot." Yang Tian said, "It's just a good time to choose the second female."

"The next scene...is a bit critical, you can also prepare more."

There is some dull pain in the brow bone of Shenzui.He understood what Yang Tian meant by "key".

"Take a break for 10 minutes." Pei Yan said, "Think about it first."

A few days after discarding the small ornament, Xiao Zuo saw it again in a dark evening.

It was floating in a bucket of water, swaying in the reflection of the setting sun.

The ornaments are made of wood, and Xiao Zuo realized that he had neglected this point.

This bucket of water should be filled by grandpa.He was dazzled and couldn't see clearly.

Xiao Zuo couldn't throw out the decorations, but fortunately there was an abandoned woodshed behind the yard.The firewood room is specially piled with useless things, and no one has been in it for at least ten years.

Xiao Zuo opened the creaking wooden door of the firewood room, and the thick and choking dust came in.He coughed several times, covered his mouth and nose and walked in.

When putting down the small ornaments, Xiao Zuo caught a glimpse of an old suitcase lying on the ground from the corner of his eye.It is said that he was packed in this leaky box and thrown at the gate of the village.

My father is an unfilial son who has not been heard from for many years, and my mother is a vulgar woman who worships money. Both of them gave birth to him without obtaining a certificate.

Xiao Zuo was sent back to his grandfather's house by the villagers according to the note.His father later remarried and met him almost three times in total; as for his biological mother, he only left a fierce "abandoned note" and never appeared again.

Xiao Zuo squatted down and opened the suitcase.The note inside that wasn't even a letter was still there, and Xiao Zuo hadn't had the chance to read it before.

He unfolded the note, which was eerily familiar.

It has the same face as the account book title page of the woman in the red skirt.

Shen Zui didn't decide whether to shoot today or not.During the break, he went through the storyboard of this scene again.

It's raining.

Yan Mingyang wasn't too surprised that he didn't receive Shen Zui's reply in time.

After waiting for 10 minutes, he continued to read the work report.

In the afternoon, Sang Lili asked Secretary Li for the script of "Zuo Liu".

Yan Mingyang looked at WeChat again, but Shen Zui still didn't reply.

"Send me the script." Yan Mingyang seemed helpless.He stretched out a finger and pressed the center of his eyebrows.

"Left Flow" is not a long movie.Its narration is concise and poetic, and there is no redundant dialogue.

Yan Mingyang finished reading in half an afternoon.

It was getting dark at that time, he lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers.

The flickering sparks are like a beating heart.Yan Mingyang smoked the cigarette in two puffs and lit another.

The protagonist in the story, Xiao Zuo, is a left-behind child in the standard sense, not a typical abandoned teenager.

He was in love with his sister next door who was about the same age, but he was instinctively seduced by that rich woman who came from outside.

That woman was so similar to the mother Xiao Zuo had never met, so he hated her and inevitably wanted to get to know her.

Adult women want to take away young girls who are full of ignorance and longing for the outside world.In the end, Xiao Zuo secretly cut off the bus ticket to "work" in the city on the window sill of the neighbor next door, and left behind a stack of tuition fees for tutoring.

After reading the script, Yan Mingyang suddenly wanted to slap Pei Yan two big ears.

How can you let Shen Zui act in this script?

Intoxication is a little doll.

Yan Mingyang knew that his blame was unreasonable, and he kept thinking of what Pei Yan said: Tragedy that is difficult to overcome is often more difficult for people to get out of.

Shen Zui always says that he has no feelings for his mother.But in fact, abandoned wounds are difficult to heal;

Yan Mingyang thought that he could face everyone's disappointment frankly, but he was even afraid to pick up his father from prison and go home.

None of them could return to Qi City, but they had to return to Qi City.

"Mr. Yan?" After some time, Sang Lili, who felt that it was time to get off work, knocked on the door.

Yan Mingyang hummed and took down the ashtray from the table.

"Going back to Shanghai tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?" Sang Lili asked.

"Not yet." Yan Mingyang clicked on the work schedule on the computer, and glanced from top to bottom, "You redo the work plan."

Sang Lili: "Huh?"

"I'm going back to Qi City in a few days." Yan Mingyang said as he glanced at Sang Lili, "Don't let Shen Zui know about this in advance."

The adjustment of work arrangement caused Yan Mingyang to work overtime tonight.

This is not an uncommon occurrence.The days when he does not work overtime are similar to vacations.

How is your day today, little one?

Standing in front of the coffee machine, Yan Mingyang was involuntarily lost in thought.

I don't know where their scenes are filmed now.

Pei Yan will call today, which means that today's play is a hurdle for Xiao Tu.

Yan Mingyang seriously fell into worry.He picked up the coffee, returned to the table, and found that there was an extra WeChat message on his phone.

Shen Zui probably called it a day, and finally had the time to talk to Yan Mingyang.

Yan Mingyang breathed a sigh of relief.Since Shen Zui can still reply messages, it means that the state is not too bad.

He closed the computer and pushed it aside, intending to comfort Xiaotu before continuing to work.

Little Tu must have had a hard time today.

Yan Mingyang clicked on WeChat, and poked into the intoxicated dialog box.

Shen Xiaozui: Forward the link [The art of speaking: 8 tips to teach you how to communicate with others]

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"Zuo Liu" is not an Oedipus story, and the follow-up will continue.