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After the series of rains one after another, the midsummer in the south came unknowingly.

The filming of "Zuo Liu" is drawing to a close.Except for the second female lead, there are still some scenes that need reshoots or reshoots, and there are not many other scenes left.

Shen Zui is thinner than when he first joined the group, and his hair has grown longer.When he got up in the morning, he sat in the yard and meditated, as quiet as a new branch from the root of a century-old tree.

The successive torrential rains in the past few days broke the village's power lines, and the entire crew has been unable to communicate with the outside world for several days. Everyone's life has inevitably become "simple".

There are many people who cannot access the Internet or make phone calls.But this has little effect on intoxication.

While filming, Ink rarely needs to do other things for leisure and entertainment.When he was unrestrained in the past, he would at most practice knives, or go to the bar to order a cup of lemon tea to watch handsome guys.

Now I am intoxicated and somehow become "pure and ascetic".Apart from reading the script, I was in a daze.

Before the signal is interrupted, the most commonly associated with intoxication is confusion.Hu Tu has already negotiated several business deals for him and is waiting for the conclusion.

From the confused tone, Shen Zui could feel that Yan Mingyang was still interfering with his work, even though he didn't intervene.

"As before, I only plan to give you a short-term job for the time being." In a recent phone call, Hutu said, "After all, "Zuo Liu" is going to compete for the Silver Cloud Award in December, so maybe your value will increase by then." Wave."

"The group of movie fans who follow the Silver Cloud Awards all the year round, more or less have filters for you."

"Boss Yan agrees with you, but let me ask for your own opinion."

"Oh." When receiving this call, Shen Zui was lying in front of the window in a daze.He remembered that Yan Mingyang hadn't harassed him for a long time, so he pursed his lips, "I have no objection."

The morning meditation was over, Shen Zui opened his eyes.

Today is the 39th day that Yan Mingyang has not contacted him.The phrase "I'm sorry" seemed to be the last words Yan Mingyang and Tong Shenzui said.

"Does the signal say when it will be restored?" When Shen Zui arrived on the set, it was still a while before he left work.

"Not yet." The person in charge of the logistics department sighed, "It is said that it is being repaired urgently, and it may take a few days."

Shen Zui hummed, and sat down to open his storyboard script.

If all goes well, Chen Zui should be able to wrap up today.But it doesn't show the last scene.In the "three-in-one" scene, it was indistinguishable between male and female, and intoxication could only be played by itself.

After a while, Pei Yan stepped into the set.

"How are you getting ready?"

Shen Zui nodded, "It's okay."

"How do you plan to shoot the last scene?" Yang Tian asked, "Do you need other actors to cooperate with you?"

"No need." Shen Zui closed his script.He glanced outside, the sky was gloomy.

"The weather is fine today." Shen Zui said.

Lan Xiang's mother invited Xiao Zuo to her home for dinner more and more frequently.Considering the emphasis on marriage and childbirth in the village, this kindness is obviously not entirely out of kindness.

Faced with her mother's obvious intentions, Lan Xiang's performance is intriguing.She doesn't seem to be very interested in this potential "talking about marriage", but she is also dissatisfied because Xiao Zuo did not show courtesy.

The wind in the village cannot hide any secrets.Soon everyone knew the gossip tacitly.

A few days later, the woman in the red skirt arrived quietly one evening.

"Have you figured it out yet?" The woman in the red dress didn't carry her bag today, but only took a mobile phone, as if taking a walk after dinner, "I'm going back to the city in a few days."

Lan Xiang grabbed the corner of her clothes, looking both excited and frightened.It was a cloth shirt made by her mother stepping on the sewing machine, embroidered with unpretentious and nameless flowers.

"En." After a while, she answered like a mosquito.

Xiao Zuo picked up a bucket of water from the well in the backyard.He watched Lan Xiang go back to the next room, and when the woman in the red skirt passed by her door, she poured out the whole bucket expressionlessly.

The woman in the red dress who has always been laid back was also caught off guard this time.She raised her eyebrows, stared and said, "What are you doing?"

Holding an empty wooden barrel with both hands, Xiao Zuo bit his lower lip.

"If you kill yourself, blame the one who handed you the knife." The woman in the red skirt rolled her eyes, and instantly saw through Xiao Zuo's heart.She flicked her skirt and was about to leave immediately.

"Wait." Xiao Zuo felt a tightness in his chest, as if he couldn't breathe.His lips turned white, "Who wrote the words on your account book?"

"What?" The woman in the red dress became even more impatient, and planned to leave without looking back, "Of course I wrote the words on my account book."

bang—

The barrel fell to the ground.Xiao Zuo felt that the incandescent lamp under the eaves was blindingly bright, and he staggered and fell to the ground in front of his house.

Xiao Zuo fainted.This is a rare event in the village all day long.

Lan Xiang's mother came after hearing the news, and together with the woman in the red dress she didn't like, she helped Xiao Zuo into the house.The old Chinese doctor at the west end of the village also arrived shortly after, followed by a group of neighbors who had just finished playing three rounds of mahjong, chattering and worrying all the way.

"It should... be fine." The old Chinese doctor finished his pulse, "It might just be hypoglycemia."

The woman in the red skirt stood aside and sneered.

Lan Xiang's mother probed her head, as if she wanted to ask what happened.She couldn't promise her daughter to a sick man.

After a while, Xiao Zuo woke up.He sat up, but was in a daze, unable to talk to people very much.

Enthusiastic neighbors in the neighborhood are useless, so they have to disperse bored, looking for new interesting things while chewing their tongues.

"Have you eaten tonight?" Lan Xiang's mother couldn't bear it, and felt that she still had to care about this boy.

Xiao Zuo nodded, then shook his head again.

Lan Xiang already sighed impatiently, "Mom, let's go home and bring him a bowl of rice."

After everyone left, the woman in the red skirt stepped out of the shadows.She sat down on the chair in front of the small left window, crossed her legs, "What's wrong with my account book, where have you seen that word?"

Xiao Zuo lowered his head.He grabbed the quilt, his face was bloodless.

"Among our group of people, I can still write well." The woman in the red skirt sneered, "I helped many little sisters copy love letters, IOUs, and extortion letters."

Xiao Zuo was startled, and it took him a while to realize what the woman in the red dress meant.He raised his head in a daze, opened his mouth but made no sound.

It turned out that this woman was not his mother.She was just like his mother, one of those countless girls.

"Have you..." Xiao Zuo pursed the corners of his dry lips, "Do you remember that you once helped someone copy a letter from an abandoned child?"

"Abandonment letter?" The woman in the red dress frowned.

Xiao Zuo's lips trembled, and he looked at this woman with a tension and anticipation that he could not explain.

The woman in the red dress squinted her eyes and thought for a while, but said casually after a while, "I don't remember, maybe there is."

Xiao Zuo moved back his disappointed gaze.

"Why, is it your father or your mother?" The woman in the red dress pointedly said without mercy.

Xiao Zuo didn't speak.

"I advise you not to look for it." The woman in the red skirt stood up, stepping on her high-heeled shoes, "If the person who lost you really wants to find you, she will always find you."

After the woman in the red dress left, Xiao Zuo got up from the bed.He stood in the yard for a while and climbed up the next wall.

This wall is very easy to climb, and the next door is Lan Xiang's house.This is the first time that Xiao Zuo sneaks here to spy on Lan Xiang. Lan Xiang seems to be heating up a meal in the kitchen.

The sky seemed to be suffocating, but there was a dazzling white light in the clouds.Xiao Zuo climbed over the wall, ducked into Lan Xiang's room.

Lan Xiang has very few things, and the only thing that has little personal space is a drawer.

Xiao Zuo found the ticket in the drawer, and it really led to the city.

There was a pair of sharp, rusty scissors on the table, Xiao Zuo picked it up and cut the ticket.He put a wad of not too much money on Lan Xiang's desk and pressed it with a pen, which was earned by himself.

When turning back to the yard of his home, Xiao Zuo felt relaxed.

His hair finally fell down unscrupulously, and the soft strands of hair hung straight over his shoulders.

Lan Xiang's mother seemed to come to deliver the meal, and Xiao Zuo hid in the abandoned wooden house in the backyard.

In a dark and damp corner, there was a bronze mirror of unknown age. Xiao Zuo turned his head to look, and the person in the mirror was indistinguishable.

His confused eyes are Lan Xiang, and his full lips are a woman in a red dress, or maybe his own biological mother many years ago.

Xiao Zuo didn't know, he had never met his mother.

Shen Zui didn't know either, he didn't have time to see what Ah Xue looked like before becoming his mother.

Lan Xiang's mother couldn't find Xiao Zuo, so she was not at ease, and called the neighbors in the street who had nothing to do after dinner to come out together.

There were constant voices outside the door, and it was very lively, filled with the aroma of food.

The wooden house is old and quiet as usual, and Xiao Zuo is piled up with a group of things that were judged useless by human society and abandoned.

There is a small window in the wooden house, and behind it is the silent and desolate mountain.

Xiao Zuo huddled in this small house, and he saw the half-finished wood carving that he had hidden in not long ago.

It was wronged and thrown in a cramped place in a disfigured manner.

Xiao Zuo picked up the wood carving and threw it out through the small window.It rolled endlessly on the hillside, and finally landed next to a small weedy stream.

Xiao Zuo likes wood, and Xiao Zuo has never liked wood carving.

This piece of wood carving that pleases others and sells it for money has finally turned back to an ordinary and free piece of wood in the mountains and forests of my hometown.

The voices in the front room became more and more noisy. They should be walking towards the backyard.

Xiao Zuo looked into the bronze mirror again, his face was a little distorted.Gender male or female, mature or young, complex or innocent...they are no longer important, they are no longer separate.

Xiao Zuo crawled out of the window on both hands and feet, with a nimble figure and long limbs, like a spirit beast running in the jungle.

There are thousands of lights in the world, and it's raining.

"It's really a good weather." The dense and towering ancient forest raised a bamboo green rain curtain, and Xiao Zuo disappeared into the Cangshan Mountain where the thick fog gradually rose.

Pei Yan stared at the display screen, and then yelled a click after a while.

There was thunderous applause on the set.

Intoxicated finished.

He walked out of the camera and bowed in the direction of the crew.

Xiao Zuo walked into the deep mountains, just like walking into a movie intoxicated.Shen Zui didn't realize this until the finale.

There were endless compliments and congratulations from all directions, and the logistics staff sent flowers.Everyone was discussing to have a free dinner, and their heads were dizzy from intoxication.

Surrounded by the crowd, he felt chills all over his body and heat on his face.

Xiao Zuo is just a dramatic image, and his life ends at the end of the movie.But intoxication still needs to live.

He still has a lot of unfinished business in this world, and he has even more nostalgia.

He also wants to make better movies, earn more money, confess his mistakes to Xia Rusen, and learn how to cook fish with Liu Heng;

He is going to play games, take photos, practice the best knife, eat the crispest potato chips...

And slap Yan Mingyang at least one more slap.

...

At the last second before the high fever passed out, what Shen Zui was thinking was: I want to go back to Qi City.

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I know that some sisters may not like watching dramas within dramas (maybe it’s because of my way of expression), but "Zuo Liu" is very important to intoxication and the whole story, there is really no way not to write it (cry cry

In the past two days, my personal state has not been very good.Today, my sister came to make me chicken wings with cola, and also brought fruit wine and dorayaki (happy!